saving for the next day

Last night I was putting little Lucy to bed.
We brushed teeth, read books and prayers were said.
The normal nightly routine.
I leaned in for a good night hug and out of the corner of my eye
I noticed something on her pillow.
3 strange things on her pillow.
I went in for a slightly closer look
and noticed the 3 strange things were slugs.
Black, slimy, alive and breathing slugs.
And then she tells me laughing.
"they must have climbed on my pillow when i took it outside in the fort"
"they like me. I will save them for tomorrow?. "
Nope. no saving.
Especially not on a pillow.
It was pretty gross.
Good bye slugs.
Hello clean pillow case.
What next?
Open the fridge to find a ice cream cone Lucy wanted "to save for the next day. "
In a large puddle dripping into every nook and cranny.
She should have just put it on her pillow by her slugs to "save for the next day".
It would have been a whole lot easier to clean up.
Who knew being resourceful could end so badly?
Never a dull moment.
Never.
{climbing out of a tunnel, aspen grove 2011}