Sort of.

We sold our fridge and it got picked up (and nearly dropped down the stairs) while Darby was napping on the couch. He came out and looked at me.

“The fridge is missing!!!”

He asked for a chocolate milk. I had decided that it would be a good idea up pack all the cups and kids plates and Tupperware etc in the empty tall boy drawers. He watched me open the drawer and take out a cup where I would normally take out my clothes.

Poor kid is so confused right now.

Having his chocolate milk next to where the fridge should be!