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!”