February 23, 2009
Because I am a nice mom and lack common sense and good judgment, I let my five-year-old son carry the plastic shopping bag containing the clothes that I had just bought him out of the store.
"I would feel better if you put the bag in here," I said, pointing to the basket attached to the back of Cameron's stroller.
Cortlen responded by shoving the shopping bag up his shirt.
We had some time to kill before we had to get to the next destination, so I took my pregnant son and his siblings to Toys 'R Us to look around.
Cortlen spent the next 20 minutes crying about the injustices of the universe and, specifically, my unwillingness to consider exchanging his new pants for a glow-in-the-dark light saber.
I spent the same period of time trying (unsuccessfully) to locate an aisle of muzzles.
Cortlen waited until everyone was buckled in their car seats and the car was in reverse before announcing that he lost his bag.
My son spent the next 5 minutes scurrying up and down every aisle of the toy store looking for the bag like his life depended on it, because, in a way, it did.
Thankfully, Cortlen's suspicions were unfounded. No one stole his prized sweatpants. He found the bag of clothes next to shelf of giant pre-packaged Easter baskets near the front of the store.
What have you lost and where?