What's Inside?

Lately, Jam is obsessed with the insides of things. He holds up a book.
"What's inside?"
"Pages."
He points to the computer.
"What's inside?"
"A Hard drive, wires..."
He points to the fridge.
"What's inside?"
"Fruit, vegetables, chicken."
Then he finds my diaper bag. Big D has been on me to clean the thing out because it is filled to the brim with all sorts of things Jam and Mudd might need if we're out at the park. I swear, I pack that thing so full you might wonder if I was doing an overnight excursion to the desert, with supplies for twenty. And then it starts...
"What's inside"
"Hmm, lot's of stuff."
"Like what?"
"Too much stuff."
"Too much stuff?" (He's into repeating me these days).
"Yup, way, way too much stuff."
He starts to peer in and a packet of tissues tumbles out...then my wallet, and Jam's sippy cup, which subsequently starts leaking. What's up with these spill proof tumblers anyway...aside from the massive spillage?
"Mommy, it's clean up time."
C'mon Jam, cut me some slack! I start to clean up. The "What's Inside" game has busted me tonight.
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