Our cell phone is missing. I first noticed this on Tuesday. Not in my purse. Not in the car (looked everywhere). Not in anyone's coat or pants pockets. Not under our couches or beneath the cushions. Not in the toy boxes. Not in the laundry. Not in the yard. I last used it on the way home last Saturday night, so it came home with me. Our theory was that Lucie snatched it out of my purse and then walked off with it somewhere (to hide it? to play with it?), so we searched in all the places that a baby might reach. Nothing.
Then, after dinner tonight, Lucie walked over to the trash can hidden in a lower cabinet and screamed in frustration because she couldn't stuff her black Sunday shoe in there. She acted like she knew what she was doing and couldn't understand why this shoe wouldn't just slip in there like a slimmer, more compact item would.
Today was trash day.
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Oh, no!
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