My Little Magpie
I’ve been thinking in despair that nothing in the house is safe anymore. Yesterday I went into 4yo Drake’s room and found a pocket knife in his bed. I whisked it away, but didn’t notice the toothpick and tweezers missing–I found those at two different times later in the day.
Last night, when I went up to bed, I found my jewelry box on my bed. I went into Drake’s room. He was asleep, and beside his bed were two pair of earrings, a pendant and a zirconia stud. I feel like I’m back in middle school, and living with my pesky little sister. (Written with all due affection, since she now is a generous lender of her own stuff, rather than just a “borrower” of mine.)