The Great Mustard Race

It's always the exact same jar of mustard, no variation. Maybe it's because it looks like a bottle nipple, maybe it's the bright yellow bottle. Whatever the reason, our toddlers have taken a hankering for hot dog mustard. The instant the fridge door is open, those little meaty mitts are grabbing at that bottle. Often, with it's placement on the outer edge of the fridge door, it's gone before you even realize that a pint-sized person was even near you!

And then the chase ensues. The offender sprints (as fast as toddler legs will allow) down the hallway into a room. They know their quest is futile; the bottle has never successfully stayed out of the fridge long. They pretend to drink from the bottle, over and over, the multiple times a day our race happens. I have to say, I'm so tempted to leave the cap open one of these days!