This summer I went through this major cleaning and sorting fit. I went through all of the toys in the house while the girls were at the beach with Grand M. And, I gave away stuff. Bags and bags of stuff. And then, there was this discussion today:
little e: Where are my dinosaurs?
h: Upstairs in the toy box.
little e: I can't find them.
h: Try the other toy box.
little e: Can you help? I can't find them.
I look... in the toy boxes, in the closet, in the basement. I can't find them. I was going to put them in the upstairs toy box. I remember putting them.. in a bag. The wrong bag.
Hey, guess what I bought today on Amazon... Now you might say, "Well, in the month since she's come back from the beach, if this is the first she's noticed they are missing.. well.. they must not have been too important." But, I meant to keep them. I screwed up. And I just can't pretend that I didn't. I did give little e a choice: Legos, playmobil, or replacement Dinos. She's gettting just what she wanted, and I no longer have that gripping feeling around my heart.