Now here is a story. On Monday, we were so excited that she had a good day potty training we told her we could go to Wendy's for dinner. We got take out and she had a cheeseburger, french fries (which we never let her have) and chocolate milk. So we go home and she starts to eat. She ate a portion of her burger and then some fries and went into the living room to watch what she calls "her shows" (honestly, she is like a little old lady watching soap operas). Her shows are Sagwa The Chinese Cat, Kipper, Dragon Tales, Thomas the Tank Engine and Noddy (all can be found on PBS Sprout's Goodnight Show). Anyway, she wanted to take her fries into the livingroom. We, being the absolutely suckers that we are, said okay. We didn't give it another thought.
Last night we were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner and she started playing with her Dora the Explorer Kitchen and got real quiet. Guy went into the dining room to see what she was doing and started to crack up. She was feeding Thomas the Doggie. She had him in her play highchair, buckled in with the tray and there were french fries on the tray. We asked her, where did you get the french fries. She said "from my kitchen". She must have put them in her kitchen on Monday for use at a later date! I told her, that they were yucky and that she can't do that anymore and not to put food in her kitchen. By the way, the fries were like rock pellets! We then searched her kitchen for anymore contraban. Luckly, there was nothing in there.
Here are some picture from my cell phone of the parties involved.