Living with a two-year-old is like living with a ghost.Items throughout the house have been hidden, replaced, moved, etc. We live in a house of magic where things pop in and out of existence.
Anything from CDs to hairbrushes to a tiny orange shark to a harmonica can be lost forever or discovered inside your shoe weeks after you gave it to the kid so you could finish your phone conversation.
Living with a pet can be this way, too.
Many times I would come home from work and find a stray sock in the middle of the floor and Elvis staring at me as if he'd never even laid eyes on that partly-chewed sock. Sometimes, a shoe and its partner would be in separate rooms and again Elvis would deny any involvement.However, with a two-year-old all bets are off.
Last week, I was wondering why my printer kept jamming only to open it and discover a CD tucked inside.
Another time Elmo's creepy, bulbous, white eyes stared back at me when I opened my dresser drawer.
Eric has been in the process of putting on his work boots in the morning only to stop part way and pull a harmonica out of his right boot.
Plastic bugs have terrified me time and time again. Once, I even found a dusty, praying mantis sitting patiently among the leaves of our dining room palm. How long had he been sitting there watching us eat?These little ghost reminders, while do give me a bit of fright from time to time, always make me smile.
I remember having little secret places for tiny treasures.
I still have a few.
So when I'm putting away laundry and pull open Eric's drawer to find a tiny coral-colored ball and a bright red cell phone nestled among hills of white socks, I smile and leave it in its hiding spot because I know the little ghost will be back for his treasure.