I remember the day when we could remove the latches and locks, when we could put items back in their proper places. I never thought I'd have to move items out of my girls' reaches again...but, that's where we are now.
No, it's not the liquor in the house. It's not weapons or cigarettes, because we don't have either.
"Where is the tape dispenser?! Does anyone know where the tape dispenser is?" I remember bellowing a few months ago.
My two, wonderful and innocent angels responded, "No," not looking up from their phones. "I haven't seen it," added the twelve-year old.
Where could it be, I wonder. I ask my wife. I look all over the home office. I check the bathroom, the garage, even the refrigerator. Then, on a whim, I check the girls' rooms. What do you know? That same 12-year old who told me she hadn't seen it, had left it on the desk in her room. "How'd it get there?" She asks.
Not long after, a similar situation occurs with the Apple TV remote. "I haven't used it in months," says one of my cherubs. Yet, after an extensive search, I find it wedged between the cushions precisely on the sofa where said cherub generally resides.
Then, last week, I'm looking to grab the tweezers out of my bathroom, the personal sanctuary that my wife and I share off of our bedroom, to rid myself of the surprise hairs that emerge as we hit a certain age. No go. I go through this now regular questioning of suspects (my daughters), to which I get the same response: "Wasn't me."
I go into my seventeen-year old's room two days later to ask her a question, and my eagle-eye spots the tweezers under a pile of papers, dirty dishes, and clothes on her computer desk. "There are my tweezers," I exclaim.
"Oops, my bad," she says.
And, that's what precipitated the change in our home. We now have hiding places for our tape, tweezers and remote control...high and out of reach from our "little angels." It might be time for us to invest in a drawer lock again. Guess what comes around, goes around.
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