I've actually lost my car keys in my own pocket. Genetics may be in play here.
I may have exaggerated a bit yesterday. I didn't do it on purpose. I hope you forgive me. See, it's just that I totally underestimated how scatterbrained and absentminded a twelve-year-old girl is capable of being. I know... what was I thinking?
It turns out that Megan's purse wasn't stolen after all. In fact, it wasn't even really lost. Megan is just blonde... err... blind. Her purse was actually sitting in her friend's dad's car on the seat exactly next to where she sat riding home. Her cell phone quietly vibrating away, set to silent.
I blame myself. I should have guessed, really. Anytime I ask Megan where, for example, the remote control is and she says, "I don't know. I can't find it", I know to look right where, if it were a snake it would have bitten her.
"Ugg... Where are my glasses? I can't find them ANYWHERE."
"Umm... Baby, have you tried looking on your face?"
This is going to get worse before it gets better. If it gets better.
Filed under - FamilyOne time, while talking to my mom when she wasn't home (I was still at my parents house), I told her that the toilet flushed spontaneously. Her response was "Oh, you mean the one in the bathroom?" "NO mother, the toilet sitting in the DINING ROOM!!!".
I fear my future. And that of my posterity.
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I hate to break this to you, but this very well may be my kid.