In my household there is a strange phenomenon. I am the only person that can find things. If Mad Dog, Full Speed and/or T.Puzzle locate something, and usually with insanely detailed directions from me, it is a miracle to be celebrated. Seriously… a MIRACLE.
Keeping this in mind, T.Puzzle asked me to sign his school planner today. As he handed me his notebook, the page I needed to sign floated onto my lap as soon as I turned to it. To easily problem solve this, I asked him to bring me a paper clip. Ha! I said easily! Normally to save us all from ourselves, if something needs to be found I am the one to do so. However, my dog was so super-snugly and napping sweetly on my lap, I was highly unmotivated. Therefore, it was up to T.Puzzle to save himself.
He walks over to the desk and in about two seconds flat announces, “I can’t find it! There aren’t any paper clips here!”
Weird that I’d store paper clips in a desk of all things, right?
“Trust me, T.Puzzle, they are in there. First, locate the middle drawer. This is the one that is narrow and very long.” He did.
“Nope! No paper clips!”
“Hang with me T.Puzzle. Look at the upper left-hand quadrant of the open drawer (my boys are mathematically minded so it sounds odd, but this type of description is helpful, well, at least mildly so) and there should be a pack of paper clips. It’s fine if you can’t open the pack, just bring them to me.”
He’s quiet so I take that as a good sign. As he approaches me, I absentmindedly extend my hand to receive the clip. He delicately places a used staple in my hand.
A USED STAPLE!
I have no words. But, I do have paper clips. Loads of them in fact because T.Puzzle still hasn’t used any.