I have said before that Kid 5 loves jewelry. Specifically, my jewelry. I have a set of seven stretchy pearl bracelets with silver accents. One of the seven has a tiny silver triangle with the Silpada log dangling from the bracelet. I rarely wear all seven at once. I usually wear between one and three, and when I wear just one, I like to wear the one with the tiny dangling triangle. Surprisingly (or not), I have not seen my favorite pearl bracelet in a while. But as as always, I assumed that it my own lack of organization that it was not where it belonged - in my jewelry box.
I have to admit, I haven't looked for it or asked about it, figuring it would turn up eventually. It turned out I was right, but where it turned up was unexpected.
I picked up Kid 5 from pre-school yesterday, and as always she was happy to see me. After a big smile and a bigger hug, we walked to her cubby to get her things. I picked up her backpack and lunch bag, and she asked if she could take home the extra clothes that were a little tub in her cubby. A brief argument ensued as I convinced her to agre that the clothes would stay.
"I just need to get something," Kid 5 explained as she reached into the tub that contained her clothes. She pulled out a few barrettes, reached in a again, and pulled out her rubber band. She reached in a third time and pulled out two of my pearl bracelets. She had the grace to look a little embarrassed. I asked her how she got the bracelets to school. She said, "I brought them." No kidding, I thought. I didn't think they walked there. "But when did you bring them," I asked. Bear in mind that I have been taking her to school for the last few weeks, and would noticed if she was wearing my bracelets.
"When Grandpa brought me to school," said Kid 5. "I had them in my pocket."
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