The Missing Princess
We had a missing princess at our house this week.
We looked high. We looked low. We crawled around on our hands and knees looking for this doll that is smaller than the palm of my hand. We tore the house apart. No luck.
Nana was called for clues. “Where’s the princess?” I asked. She replied, “Morgan is missing?” I hung up on her and continued my search. I had a hysterical three year old to contend with. One who was convinced her brother took it and hid it from her. (Chances are, she threw it at him and that’s how it got lost, but I digress…)
Last night, my husband went to Walmart after work to buy a hose sprayer. Morgan saw it and asked what it was. He showed her and explained to her how it works. She came out to me in the living room and showed it to me and explained how it worked– almost verbatium to what her daddy said. She demonstrated how to pull the handle back and how to change the water patterns. All of a sudden, in the middle of her explanation she declares “I have to go hide now.” And off she trots to the couch and their little “hideout”.
Minutes tick by. This momma was relaxing for five minutes. I hear a muffled squeal.
“There she is! I found her!” Okay, so it didn’t sound that clear– her head was buried in the back of the couch.
Morgan’s head pokes out of the back of the couch and she said “Look, I found her! She was hiding in the couch.” I had one happy little girl. Sleeping Beauty was even treated to a bath. Of course, being the notorious smart ass that I am, in my head I am thinking “Oh, good… now we won’t have to call out the FBI.”
This brings up a few points in Juliaville. Where does this stuff go? It disappears and you look high and low and it just shows up?!
Do I have a black hole in my house?
Does anyone else have this problem?
And… do you think I should clean behind my couch more?
If only I had time…