Real life story, in real time:
I have a child, not my three year old, but one of the older ones, who lost something today. I found it earlier. It is sitting in plain sight in his/her bedroom. Plain sight, not hidden AT ALL. This child frequently looses things, and does not look for them. Instead he/she turns into a puddle and expects me to find them. Today though I have decided to let him/her hunt until he/she finds. This child has been looking on and off (we’ve done school and a chore in between spells of hunting) for, no kidding, almost four hours. He/she has been in tears twice, and he/she has accused others of moving it (though I’m relatively sure that that was not the case, considering where I found it laying). Said child has also accused the thing of getting up and moving itself. When he/she comes to me and tells me that the task is impossible, I just remind him/her that he/she is capable, that he/she will find it, and that he/she needs to keep looking.
Let me also say that this thing is not small; it is a spiral bound book made of 8 1/2 x 11 pages with a bright cover.
Would you help him/her find it???
And quick! I’m going NUTS!
Update: A few hours later, after much more hunting aimless wanding around the house called “looking for it” and a few breaks to do other stuff, the book was found. There were a few hints from a mother who just happened to be sitting in just the right place folding laundry…but it was found. I celebrated; the child cried. How’s that for, “I’m so glad to see you again!”
We read The Wheel on the School last year and the teacher in the story tells the students to go look for a wheel (to be placed on the school so the storks might make a nest in it). He tells them to look “where one is and where one isn’t; where one could be and where one couldn’t possibly be.” We quote that often when something is lost….. Hope your kid found it eventually! Assuming it wasn’t an urgently needed item, I probably would have let the child find it on his/her own.
So? How did it end?
Was my daughter at your house?
Or maybe it was my son?