Monkey Hunt

We have the smallest house around, and I have decluttered almost to the point of austerity, so it should be impossible to lose something, right?

Well, the other night, we lost my son's beloved monkey. One minute he was carrying it around, and the next minute it was gone. I searched for 20 minutes. Under every cushion and every bed, in every toy box and closet. When asked, Sprout himself would only say, "It's in the backpack," which I searched three separate times.

And where was it? In the kitchen drawer with the tea towels and the oven mitts. Ah yes, of course. Why didn't I think of that.