"Where's my hairbrush, Mom?"
"Behind the couch."
"Where's my homework?"
"Look on the shelf with the video tapes."
"I can't find my headband."
"It's outside on the swingset."
I think I should start teaching classes on how to look for missing objects. I should show my family how to actually move things around in order to find the missing item. "If you don't see the yogurt, it doesn't mean it vanished from the fridge. Try moving the leftover pizza and look behind it. There you go! That's it! See? The yogurt's still there in the fridge and you can find it. All you have to do is look!"
I can find stuff. I'm good at finding stuff. So, why is that I can't seem to find the match for this many socks?!!!
Where do they go? Where on earth do all the stray socks go? And not only that, but I often find extra socks that don't even belong to anyone in my family! "I don't remember anyone having purple argyle socks! Where'd this sock come from???"
I suppose if I was a Martha Stewart kinda gal, I could sew cute little animal buddies out of the stray socks. But I'm not that