In some parts of the world, theft is punishable by loosing a hand. Kid 5 is fortunate it doesn't apply in our house. Well, I guess technically in her case it isn't theft, it's "borrowing without permission," since the definition of the theft is taking property with the intent to permanently deprive. Kid 5 never intends to take things forever, but she sometimes forgets where she puts things.
I love Silpada jewelry. I like to have a Silpada party when the new jewelry comes out, because I always end up with some free jewelry and it's always fun to get my girlfriends together. Kid 5 loves Silpada too, and loves trying on the jewelry during the parties. I have to watch her though, because I'm afraid she will loose something.
I asked my husband for a Silpada ring for Christmas, and gave him the information in the hopes he would buy it for me. I was excited when a package came in the mail for him from Silpada. I told him that I thought my ring was in the pile of mail and that he should do something with it before it gets lost in the junk mail and advertisements. Well, on Christmas eve, he was unable to find the package. Christmas came and went with no ring. We figured it ended up in the garbage with the huge pile of advertisements that is in my mailbox every week. I was upset and disappointed, but since I was having another party in a few weeks, I could get some more stuff to make up for it.
My party was successful, and I got some beautiful jewelry. I love bracelets and earrings and got some of both. One of my favorites was a set of three stretchy bracelets that have lovely brown and orange stones with silver accents. They are beautiful and I love the sound they make as they slide around on my wrist. Apparently so does Kid 5.
I can't keep Kid 5 out of my jewelry. There isn't a shelf in my bathroom high enough. She wears it all, my bracelets, earrings, and rings. She's like a raccoon, she see something shiny and she can't help herself. I always get my jewelry back, but I try to keep a close eye on her anyway.
I do make my jewelry a little to accessible. I have a bad habit of coming home from work, taking off my jewelry, and putting it in a little dish on the kitchen counter as a begin to prepare dinner. Occasionally, my bracelets will disappear temporarily, but I always find them either on Kid 5's wrist, in her purse, or on her dolls.
I realized at some point that I hadn't seen my brown and orange bracelets in a while. I looked for them, but they were nowhere to be found. I figured they would turn up eventually, but I was not happy. When I asked Kid 5 about the whereabouts of my bracelets, she just looked at me and shrugged.
The last weekend in March, my husband packing for a trip to New York. He asked where I stashed the suitcases, and I told him they were in the downstairs closet. He pulled out the largest one and I told him there were two smaller ones in there. I took one of the smaller ones out and guess what was inside - my bracelets! I looked at Kid 5 and said, "Why are these in here?" She just looked at me and shrugged, and said she didn't know. I was too happy to have my stuff back to be too mad. I took out the second suitcase to decide which one would be better for my husband to take, when lo and behold, in that suitcase was the package that contained my Christmas ring!
It never occurred to me to ask Kid 5 about that package during Christmas, since it was a plain white package I didn't think it would hold any interest for her. Apparently it did.
Kid 5 may not have a ringed tail and black mask, but I think she may have some raccoon DNA somewhere in her little sticky fingers.
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