This morning, D3 was unable to find the Band-Aids®. Which is a shock because we have a gallon-sized Ziploc of 1,879 of the life-saving stickers.
I admit that the quantity of Band-Aids® in our home is enough to supply a small country for the remainder of 2011. But I can't help but buy more when they are on sale and I have a coupon that will be doubled at the cash register. These continued purchasing decisions of the minuscule patches are based on adrenaline and are irrespective of our overflowing home inventory. (Acknowledgment is the first step.)
My only real mistake was to organize them and place all 1,879 of them in a single bag. Because as of 8:43 this morning, the said bag is AWOL.
Undeterred, D3 came up with a search plan.
"We'll split up!" she ordered with the pointer on her right hand denoting east and the pointer on her left, directing west.
I couldn't help but crack a smile. D3 noticed.
"Mom, it works all the time on Scooby Doo," she assured.