This sign recently appeared between the elevators in the building where I go to physical therapy.
I wonder how often people have lost things down the elevator shafts, that they feel a need to put up a sign about it.
“I love mooshed broccoli with milk!” I cannot for the life of me get Benji to open his mouth when he doesn’t want to (Mom has some sneaky way of weaseling the spoon into a Fort Knox-like mouth), but we have a new feeding technique: Let Benji feed himself. Sort of, anyway.