A hole in the wall

There's a hole in the wall. It's been there for years. It happened after years of a young red-headed boy slamming the bathroom door open against the wall. We put a door stopper on the hinge of the door to prevent the hole in the wall, but learned quickly two important facts. First, a door in a narrow hallway is not a good place to use such a stopper. The stopper doesn't allow the door to open all the way and so when the door is open it blocks the hallway. Second, these cute little door stoppers don't work well on hollow doors. So, there's a hole in the door, too!

The hole was patched over a couple years ago, awaiting paint that has yet to come. In the meantime, a certain young boy decided it would be best to push the plaster into hole, thus reopening it. So, there it sits--the hole in the wall.

Recently, Matt and I noticed a cute little girl grab a small toy out of her toy bin and run immediately to the hole in the wall. Then, the small toy was missing. "Did she just..." "I don't know. What did she have?" Just as quickly, cute toddler runs back to the other toys.

A couple days later, as I'm packaging empty food boxes (stuffing with newspaper and sealing with clear packing tape) for the cute little girl to use in her grocery cart, I see the same pattern--small toy, quick run to hole in wall, missing toy. I go over to check out the hole. Of course, I can't see anything inside of it. While cut toddler looks intrigued, I place the conveniently timed piece of packing tape over the hole. No more toys in the hole.

There's a hole in the wall, with toys in side. It's covered with packing tape. Honestly, we try really hard not to be rednecks, but sometimes it's hard.