This post is not for the faint of heart. It's been awhile since I pulled out the stove and cleaned under it. It was not pretty.
After it was pulled out, we all stood there for a minute excited about the missing things we had found. My four-year-old found a Hungry Hungry Hippos marble. My nine-year-old found a missing Bionicle piece. I found a spoon, a potholder and the toilet paper holder. I'm not sure how that ended up there, but it's been missing for some time. The dog was probably the most excited of all. As soon as we let her, she dove in and cleaned up some old crackers and marshmallows. My husband said we were acting like it was Christmas morning. A very dirty Christmas morning.
15 minutes later and I no longer feel ashamed by the area under my stove. I'm hoping to pull the refrigerator out next week. I'm kind of frightened.