Maybe I'm not to blame

A few days ago I told Evan he could keep a blanket in his kid-sized armchair if he took all the toys out of it. There's a pocket on the back of the chair that I'm sure is intended to hold a couple of books, but apparently it has the same quality as Mary Poppins' carpet bag because here's everything that came out of it:

• Mr. Potato Head
• $1 bill
• McDonalds Happy Meal puppies Fluffy and Otis and Teddy
• Puppy "Sarah"
• Usborne addition thingamabopper
  
• Usborne subtraction thingamajig
  
• Potty book
• Empty photo album
• Jack & Annie book
• card from Grandma
• Picture from friend Sophie
• Transformer
• 11 Hot Wheels cars
• Frog noisemaker

I felt a little guilty after seeing all this, because as crazy neat and organized as I like to be, I also tend to be a little tiny bit of a packrat. It runs in the family though, so that's my excuse, and I figured poor Evan was just another victim of the gene.

And then I looked in Ethan's swim bag because I suspected that Evan's "lost" sunglasses might be in there. Despite the fact that we have not been to the pool in well over a month, here are the contents:

• 3 kids t-shirts (1 for Evan, 2 for Eric)
  
• 2 pairs of Ethan's goggles
• 2 pairs of Evan's goggles
• 2 pairs of kids sunglasses
• 1 pair of Ethan's glasses (no idea how he has been seeing for the past month)
• 1 pair of Ethan's sunglasses
• 1 pretzel stick
• 1 diving stick
• 1 badly smushed bag of goldfish (thankfully there were no bags of fruit!)

So I guess Ethan and I get to share the blame on this one :-)