This little incident actually happened a couple months ago, but I want to blog about it because I want to remember the story. Enjoy.
I haven't been able to wear my wedding band since I was about 6 months pregnant because it's just too tight on my tubby, swollen, pregnant fingers. So I placed my wedding band on my night stand. It took me almost 30 years to find a man that I could swindle and hoodwink into marrying me, so when I go out I like to wear my wedding band to prove that yes, indeed, ANYONE can get married. Besides, I'm a tubby, rolly-polly pregnant lady and I feel a bit dirty not wearing my wedding band. I know, I have lots of issues. Anyway, I digress. So one morning I was getting ready to leave the house and I started to grab for my "no, I didn't just get knocked up by some random guy" wedding band, but it was gone! Immediately I knew who the culprit was. The same tiny thief that steals my combs, hair clips, shoes, and receipts. It was my not-so-innocent little boy, Jackson. The problem is that Jackson is the best treasure keeper in the world. I clean every nook and cranny of this house and I can not find his hiding places. Right now I'm still missing my 2 favorite combs and I've looked every where. My little boy is a master thief.
I was a little bothered by the fact that I didn't have my wedding band, but I knew it would eventually show up. And sure enough, about a week later, I'm getting ready to leave the house again and out of the corner of my eye I see Jackson grab a hair clip and race out of the room with a very determined look on his face. I knew immediately that if I wanted to find my wedding band I needed to quickly follow my little treasure keeper. So I very quietly (as quietly as a waddling, rolly-polly can chase) chased Jackson out of our room, into the living room and then into his bedroom where I just barely caught him put my hair clip into his humidifier. My little thieving genius had been hiding my things in his humidifier. All I could do was laugh at my little culprit and very anxiously peak into the humidifier and pray that my ring was in there too. And there it was, my hair clip, a few odds and ends, and my wedding band!
With the help of a butter knife, I very strategically rescued my wedding band and hair clip from the humidifier. Needless to say, now my wedding band is placed on the top shelf of a very high book shelf, so that I don't have to go Indiana Jones on my son and his hiding places.