You would think it would be easy to find things in a house this small, but somehow we still manage to misplace stuff on a regular basis. Often it's some small toy that Sunshine (age 3) hasn't thought about for weeks until she suddenly wants to play with it again. Then of course mom (that would be me) is tasked with the job of finding the missing toy right this instant.
"Not right this minute, Sunshine. Please let Mommy finish her lunch. We'll have to find it later."
"I don't know where it is, Sunshine. Let me think about it. We'll have to find it later."
Apparently this happens a lot.
Yesterday Chris recounted a recent incident that transpired at Nana and Papa's house.
Nana hid under a blanket, and Sunshine couldn't find her. (Aren't three year olds great at hide and seek?)
"Oh well," my darling child said. "We'll have to find Nana later."
I think I need to go find my mother in law and apologize. (And let her know she can come out from under that blanket.)
As soon as I stop laughing.