Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Great Wallet Caper

By Friday night, I was resigned to having lost my wallet. Perhaps I had dropped it, maybe someone lifted it out of the car when I ran in for the kids at the gym (a bold move, indeed, but not unheard of), who knows. I had searched and re-searched my gym bag. Looked all around outside of the building. Looked over every inch of the car. Looked underneath the cars that were now parked where we were earlier in the day. Urban Dad and I searched likely spots that 13-month-old J likes to stash things (endtables, under furniture, lower drawers). I even donned rubber gloves and checked trash cans and dumpsters around the gym, in case someone had tossed it.

Nothing. 36 hours' worth of it.

On Friday night, the four of us were playing in the kids' room. Urban Dad was lounging on the floor when he said, "Hon, what's this?" He reached under C's bed and pulled out............ a wallet!

Now let's retrace just how far little J -- this is just her SOP -- had to take this wallet once she nabbed it:

From the entryway -- the picture may be too dark, but there's a purse underneath the painting...


Through the living room and down the hall............................



Through the kitchen and around the fridge....... there's our little bandit now..........!



Into the room that she shares with her older sister........................



Where she stashed it underneath her sister's bed. Perhaps she was saving it to pour over later, like a squirrel. Perhaps she was framing her sister for trouble...................



Either way, I'm a shoe-in for Mother Of The Year for not seeing the nab, the transport or the stash.

Lesson learned.......................

Hope all of you have a Happy Monday. I'm going downtown by myself all day to take care of things that I can't get done when the kids are with me. Urban Dad has the day off teaching, so he'll be Stay-At-Home Dad for the day. I've left simple little lessons for him and C to do together. And I've ordered a grocery delivery. Idle hands do the devil's work!

If in doubt, see above story.

=-)


4 comments:

Mom2legomaniacs said...

SO glad you found it! I remember my oldest doing something like that when he was about that age. Dh was hiding stereo wires under the area rug in the living room. Ds thought that he would help too. We found Dh's driver's license and credit cards stashed under the corner of the rug after a massive turn the house upside down search! LOL! It was too funny!

melissa

Jenni said...

I'm glad you found your wallet! Once when my kids were little and dh was out of town, I lost my keys at a Cub Scout meeting. Everyone searched through the entire building including trash cans. Finally someone had to give me a ride home and I used the garage door opener to get into the house. I couldn't rest not knowing what had happened, though. It didn't make sense. I pulled everything out of the diaper bag for the umpteenth time in search of the keys. This time, though, the changing pad unfolded as I pulled it out and my keys flew out onto the counter. I was so embarrassed!

Hey! So are you my Chicago reader? Sometimes I look through my stats and I wonder... I'm guessing you found my blog through TWTM. Looks like a nice, shiny, new blog you've got here. I think I'll bookmark it:o)

Vic said...

It is so crazy that both your keys and wallet have been lost and returned. I've lost a set of my keys too lately, I hope I have your luck.
Your writing is delightful!

eclecticallyyours said...

Phew! I HATE the feeling of having lost my purse/wallet. Miserable. This will be (and is. to me..) a great story in the future!