This week has been another week where my youngest has had the experience of losing his dog (bed time toy). Fortunately this time around he’s a little older, 5, and is prepared to adopt another toy to sleep with, but the fact poor dog went missing again was a disaster for him even at this age.
Given that his sister hid it last time around our first port of call was, as you’d expect, his sister. Who said “Why do you always blame me?” To which we replied, “Because last time YOU hid it”. Obviously she rejected that as being totally unfair… strop strop strop. (she’s 7 going on 17…)
Anyway, after a day’s searching I turned to my son and said:
“I just can’t find him anywhere, Tristan, I’ve looked everywhere I can think of.”
To which he replied,
“Then mummy, you’ll just have to start looking in places you can’t think of.”
The logic of a child!!
And perhaps I should mention before closing… it DID turn up – on an incredibly high shelf behind a stack of books because his SISTER had thrown him up there…. vindicated!