I swear everyday my precious children can’t find something. Usually it is their most prized possession [what ever it happens to be that day] and for some unknown reason they don’t know where it is. How can something be so special to you AND be missing? When I saw this quote I had to nod my head in agreement. My boys can hold back the tears until after I have looked for them and STILL it is no where to be found. I am sure there is a parenting technique that insists that the child should be the one who looks for the lost item. Honestly, I don’t have time for their lollygagging. Just add it to the job description for mothers everywhere. VP of Search and Rescue.
