Every night, I take my ring and watch off and put them in the same spot.
When I walked by the spot this morning, I immediately realized that my watch was there, but my ring was not.
I immediately went into who I thought was the culprit.
She was in the bath at the time, so I approached this with what I thought was the best possibility to get my desired result.
Which was obviously my ring back.
I asked her, “Hey, who was playing with my ring this morning?” in a very sing-songy voice.
She immediately said, “I was” in a very devious way.
I said, “It’s fun to play with jewelry…do you remember where you put it?”
She said, “Yeah, I put it down the drain.”
WHAT!!!
I stayed calm and said, “Well, which drain?”
To which she replied, “The one in the other room.”
So I told her to show me.
But she told me it was too “warmy” in the bath to get out.
So then I went to plan B.
I went in to retrieve a lipstick Brett (the other weasel) had sent her that I immediately confiscated — which sent you know who into a tizzy.
I showed the lipstick and said that whoever could find my ring got to have the lipstick.
My kids immediately jumped out of the bath and ran around the house naked trying to find the ring.
(Sidenote — Scout didn’t want the lipstick, he is just a true competitor.)
After slyly following her around, I found her hiding behind a door next to an air conditioning grate.
I asked her if that was the drain.
She said, “I don’t know, let’s open it and see.”
After 10 solid minutes of masked frustration, my mom finally came around the corner to see if I had found it.
When I told her I hadn’t, she reminded me that my Dad had been there earlier.
I followed her eyes to see it!
Right on top of the lamp that is on top of the desk that holds my “spot”.
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So you might think that I am calling my Dad the weasel of the century.
But I am not.
Any girl who knew to say “drain” is clearly the holder of that title.
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