Early Sunday morning Brian was trying to get out the door to head to church. He woke me up asking where his shoes were. I jumped out of bed to help him look. We could not find them ANYWHERE. Brian asked the older boys if they had borrowed them. They said no. I suggested Brian go purchase another pair of shoes. I was thinking back to summer when Tristan hid my shoes. It took a couple of months before I discovered them in our other son’s closet. We did not have months to wait this out!
After church during lunch, we mentioned to the older boys about the shoes. One of them said, “Yes, I have them. I borrowed them a few days ago.” This child did not remember being woke up. Poor Tristan we thought it was him.
A few days later I noticed the treadmill safety cord was missing. I checked Tristan’s room. I checked all the usual hiding places. Then I also noticed some black stretchy string was cut up. We know Tristan loves cutting more than just paper! We try our best to make sure the scissors stay in the kitchen. I figured it was gone. I ended my search.
The next day, one of the older boys appeared with the treadmill cord! It was in their bedroom. Poor Tristan we thought it was him.
Another healthy dose of laughter from our home to you!