Today Wyatt was in search of the remote.
It’s lost you see. I’d like to say I’m so neat and organized, and my children are so mellow and predictable that nothing ever gets misplaced, things are always right where they should be. But if I said that you’d know I was lying. And what good does that do me?
So anyway, it’s lost. And Wyatt was in search. Watching tv without a remote is ANNOYING.
He pulled all the cushions off the couch. Do you know what you find inside my couch? Well, besides popcorn crumbs and matchbox cars?
Wyatt found . . .
They’ve only been lost since about two weeks before Christmas. Do you know how long that is? That’s longer than last year when I lost them right after christmas! It’s was Calvin, not me, who lost them this year. He has this thing with keys. And one day he was playing with mine, and they hadn’t been seen since.
Wyatt brought them up to me in victory. But I was confused . . .
Those couch cushions have been off the couch, in fort formation at least half a dozen times since the keys were lost.
But rather than hurt my brain trying to figure that out, I’m just happy to have my jingle back.
Now to find the remote . . .