Every morning, my 3 year old will wake up by himself, any time from 6am to 7:30am.

He will plod over to the kitchen, take his night-time nappy off and put it in the bin.

However, 2 seconds before he does that, still holding a soaked nappy in one hand and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he takes a moment to inspect the contents of the bin.

If there is anything remotely interesting, worthy of inspection, or that he feels for some reason should not be in the bin, he will pull it out of the bin and shout “WHAT’S THIS DOING IN THE BIN???”

The object may be dripping with sauce, coasted in grease, tangled with hair and dirt and finger nail clippings. It doesn’t matter. He’ll drag the object in to my room, to my bed and wave it in my face.

“I SAID, WHAT’S THIS DOING IN THE BIN??? WHY’D YOU THROW IT AWAY HUH??”

Obviously, I am not too pleased about it myself. Considering I am not a morning person.

He demands an explanation. I speak kindly, but firmly. But. Despite what I say or do, it happens every morning.

So what did I do? After weeks of trying to get on top of it, I have admitted defeat.

I surrendered. I have lost.

Some may nod their head with recognition and see it as an issue best left overlooked. Others will shake their head at such a cowardly and humiliating defeat…

But I see it as – “Making sure I inspect, pick through and throw out the rubbish every night, so there are NO INTERESTING THINGS sitting in the way of temptation.”

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