We’re entering parenting-induced dementia. I hear it doesn’t really go away as the kids get older. It starts by giving your kid something fun and shiny like your watch or a clock. And it ends by you turning the house upside-down later that day to figure out where she might have put the dratted thing. The postscript? You then start to wonder of all needed-but-not-readily-visible objects, “Did she do something with it? Should I check the sock drawer for my computer cable?” Yesterday we found Sydney’s watch in the file drawer. The stability of the world is now thoroughly undermined.
I am reminded every day now of my dad’s tireless efforts to teach his kids (I heard this until I went to college), “If you use something, put it back where you found it!”