It's a toy paratrooper. Hanging out of one of my kitchen drawers. I happened to catch him out of the corner of my eye as I was grabbing my purse this morning. He kind of caught me off guard. It's not something I expected to see at 8 a.m. in the morning.
So I immediately did what any other good Boymom would do and started talking to the guy. "Hey Dude! How long have you been hanging here? Let's see if we can get you untangled and to a more stable location, away from enemy fire." As I was talking I noticed Blackie Chan the Ninja Cat staring at me. I couldn't tell if he thought I was talking to him or if he was mad that I was removing a potential play toy from his path. Either way, he looked disgusted with me.
I started to open the drawer to remove the guy, then didn't. I know. I KNOW!! How could I leave that poor paratrooper just hanging there, waiting to be attacked? Well...because it occured to me that this guy might be there because someone wanted him there. He might be part of an elaborately strategized battle plan that I know nothing about and by removing him, I might sway the entire outcome of this war reinactment. I didn't want to be responsible for that.
I've done that before, you know. Ruined an entire 2 weeks of planning and staging, along with the outcome of a major battle because I moved 1 army guy from his post on the bathroom counter to the top of a dresser. It was utter chaos for 15 minutes while everyone had to adjust strategies and move guys around to compensate for mom's lack of military training and knowledge. It was a big "Duh, Mom" moment that I don't care to repeat.
After almost 12 years of raising boys, I've learned my lesson: Leave the army guys where you find them.
Sad for Paratrooper Man, but safe for Boymom.