I wish I was kidding, but there's an alligator in my sink. Those of you with younger children may know of the animals that come in eggs, to be soaked in water until they grow large. What you may also know is that those animals with large chunks of time begin to diminish in size.
Today while I was working on an assignment for pay (gotta pay those student loans somehow), my toddler decided to make a 'sea' in the kitchen. He got a big metal bowl, his rubber dolphin, some plastic seaweed, a roll of paper towels (cough) and the alligator that was aforementioned. I knew when he was gathering his items and describing his intentions that it was a bad idea to let him proceed. But I was distracted...and he knew I was distracted so he happily carried on with his oceanic imaginative play.
When it was time to make lunch, I let him show me his creation (the paper towels incidentally were for shredding to create fish food, but dually served to clean up water spills and were spread out all over the table and floor). As I began clean-up I put the drenched paper towel mess in the garbage, wiped up the remaining water, took out the ocean creatures (or so I thought) and tossed the bowl of then-murky paper-towel water into the sink. It only took a second after dumping the bowl to realize the alligator was in there and had gone down the garbage disposal. Uh oh. Perhaps if I would have told my son that alligators don't thrive in salt water this would have never happened...
Of course my son came looking for his alligator, Murphy's Law dictated that he would, and I had to tell him the sordid tale of how his alligator was never coming home. I tried to put a big plastic spoon down there for a recovery effort, and I viciously tried a large metal grilling fork too (you know that alligator skin is not so tough on those things), but both attempts were to no avail.
Alli's been around awhile, so even though he was once half the size of netbook, he is now about the size of a clementine...which is still pretty big for a garbage disposal. I haven't turned the disposal on yet, so there could still be hope. I'm about to consult with my husband on it, but to tell you the truth, for all the trouble getting into that thing might create, I'm finding myself prone on letting Alli be ground into garbage disposal stew. A shocking thing for a parent to confess, I know... but there you have it, folks. Thank goodness, Flipper made it out alive.