Garbage is Everywhere

You know the saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure"?  Well, Violet has been taking that saying quite literally lately. My treasure (or anything really) just happens to be her trash.  The other day she was playing with our kitchen towel and after multiple failed attempts at trying to hang it on the oven door, she decided to throw it in the garbage can.   I think her definition of trash is anything that isn't needed at that particular moment in time.   When we were in Turks and Caicos, she threw away the "do not disturb" sign and until we found it, Gene and I kept complaining about how crappy the hotel was that it couldn't even provide a privacy sign.   Who knows what she is going to throw away next or what she already threw away and we haven't realized is missing.  Although, Violet if you're reading this, feel free to throw away papa's Express shirts or that green (pukey) sweatshirt I have been trying to get rid of for years.  It can be our little secret...