It’s got to be a black hole.
I have a running list of toys that we can’t find. I imagine one day down the road when we sell our house and move everything out, the Rapunzel cupcake will be hanging out in the middle of an empty room with its buddy, the missing harmonica.
Maybe we have Borrowers in on house. Didn’t they take people’s stuff? Or maybe it’s like the book A Place Called Here by Cecelia Ahern. If you haven’t read it you should. When things go missing, they actually go to a place filled with single socks, lost toys and missing people. Whenever I can’t find something, like the freaking, missing Marie Tsum Tsum that is making me crazy, I think of it being there, trying to figure out how to get back to its child, Little Miss.
Mr. Man got a new wooden train yesterday. I am pretty sure he had it in the car on the way home from my parents’ house, but now I can’t find it. Sucked up with everything else, I guess. That was a fun toy for the three hours he had it.
And while we are at it, where is the Apple TV remote? Lucky that I had one for my laptop that controls the Apple TV too or there would be no Big Hero 6 and 101 Dalmatians for us. Or Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, my new binge watch.
I feel like maybe my life is too cluttered and things get easily lost, but I try my best to keep everything in its place. It’s not my fault that some giant cosmic force is sucking up some of our favorite toys, because obviously that is the only explanation.