Usually when things go missing at our house, it’s because our two-year-old is going through a hiding phase.
It’s funny and frustrating to have things moved and hidden in unlikely places, especially when we’re trying to get ready to go somewhere.
She’s old enough to hide things, but not old enough to tell me where they are. The conversations go like this:
Me: Where are your shoes?
Lane: They’re hiding.
Me: Can you show me where you hid them?
Lane: Let’s find them! [Marches in a circle around the room. The shoes are discovered two days later, wrapped up in a blanket.]
Pennies are slipped into the air vents of my vacuum cleaner, toys are tucked inside my shoes, and stuffed animals are piled behind curtains. Anything with a hole or tube will likely have rocks or marbles dropped into it.
Pockets are for keeping acorns, and souvenir rocks show up in drinking glasses.
We’ve started a habit of checking hiding spots, just to see what we find. The remote was stuck behind the couch, and the nail clippers were behind the pillows. Little socks were under my bed. It’s kind of like living with a tiny family of Borrowers.
Everything shows up eventually, usually with much celebrating.