Lucky Her Head is Attached

The lass had recently come into a little money. Mostly, it had to do with Valentine’s Day and a little birthday money. She had placed the cash in an envelope.

And then, she didn’t know where the envelope went.

So we set her to looking because, while she wasn’t going to be financially secure for the rest of the life off of it, it was not insignificant enough to just shluff it off as gone for good.

So, after 30 seconds of looking, she plopped down in a huff and declared the envelope lost.

At which point the Wife got up and said “It has to be over hear somewhere because you haven’t taken it anywhere else.” She walked over to the breakfast bar a, literally, said “Found it!” after a second or so of looking.

Which prompted the lass to exclaim “How did you find it so fast when I was just over there LOOKING!?!” Then, she stamped her foot for more emphasis. Or something.

The foot stomp prompted me to get in on the act: “Because unlike you, your Mother went over there and actually looked for a red envelope. She didn’t go over there, stare at the ground, shuffle her feet for a few seconds, flap her arms a few times and pretend to look for it and then declare ‘It’s not here, I’ve looked.’ She wasn’t relying on the envelope to jump up and say ‘HELLOOOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! UNDER THE PILE OF PAPER WHERE YOU LEFT ME!’ She wasn’t relying on it to jump up and do a jig either.”

The lass got a kick out of the idea of an envelope talking or dancing to get attention. She didn’t get her envelope back right then though. The Wife took it into her care until such time as the money is either spent or stashed in a bank.

For the time being, this seems to be one of the lass’ gifts. It could be her favorite comb, some article of clothing, her lunch box, or a toy. But she manages to lose it in such a way that she can’t find them. And she can’t find them because, even though she searches, she doesn’t look.