Tuesday, March 16, 2010

My stroke of genius

The other day I went to the store and couldn't find my ATM card. Weird because for years I have always keep it in the same place--a little black cigarette case I use for my cards.
I really didn't worry too much about it because I was pretty sure the last time I used it was to order something online.
But still. I wanted to find it.
Looking under/around the computer I had no luck. It just didn't make sense to me that I would have just left the card sitting there anyway.
You know that feeling of stupor you have when there just isn't any other place to look?
When I told Peter he kept trying to talk me into retracing my tracks, which was very frustrating.
"I know exactly where it was! I don't need to retrace!"
He wasn't listening. I swear sometimes he thinks I have just lost my mind.
So there was only one other alternative-- and that of course was John--
but when I asked him he didn't seem to know what I was talking about and I really believed him until I started to walk away and he mumbled, "Maybe Venom took it."
What I did not know about this Venom fellow is that he is a kind of alter-ego for Spiderman.
Suddenly it was like the fog in my mind cleared and I knew exactly what he had done with it.
A few days before I had let him do some of Peter's shredding and we came across a card. I showed John he couldn't put it through the paper slot, but had to put it in the other one.
He must have felt the need to do that again. Which means he had to have taken it out of my purse, reclosed the case, and put things exactly as they were before he slipped down to the basement, turned on the shredder and put it through.
I just have to say I thought it was awfully clever of me to figure this out.

Thank heaven it wasn't my driver's license.


Sally said...

You may want to keep some info from John until he's older. What else do you think he'll try to shred? Always an adventure at your house! :)

Cristin said...

Shredders! What fun toys for little boys. Maybe I should buy one for mine to play with.

Meg said...

Great detective work! Who knew that was part of the job description of a mom?

RaEStoCo said...

If I were you, I wouldn't be teaching John to use anything that could in any way destroy something, because you know he will.