confession

I have one of these! I have a cubby!

It's not this colorful or this big (dang it!) and luckily it doesn't come with all these teenagers, although I wouldn't mind having the blond girl in the middle with the huge smile around. She seems cheerful enough.

My cubby is a small section of the kitchen cabinet that my husband calls with a slight irritated tone in his voice "your cubby"

• "it's in your cubby where it has always been"
• "you can keep it but only if it fits in your cubby"
• "I can't believe you've been hiding that in your cubby and not sharing it with me"

The whole purpose of my kitchen cubby is to have things that are MINE and that I don't have to share. This is basic cubby protocol.