Have you seen my sticker?

JG has been talking about a sticker all morning. I thought he was referencing some stickers he received from Valentine's Day, however I was wrong. I didn't ask for details like when did you last see the sticker? Where did you get the sticker?

I found out what sticker he had lost.

JG went to the bathroom and asked me to come in and examine his
end product.

"Mommy, do you see my sticker?"

"What? Where?" I asked confused.

"You know the sticker from my apple," JG told me rather disgusted.

"Your apple? You ate the sticker on the apple?"

"Yeah. It went in my tummy now I want to find it," JG said excited. "You said everything that goes in my tummy comes out in the potty."

We didn't look for the sticker to JG's disappointment. We instead went over and peeled one off of an apple in the basket.

All better now.