I'm confident that someone out there might have the brains to do this. Or at least an opinion on what can be done.
Little son traded in his precious Peter Piper Pizza tickets for two plastic ninjas (one purple, one blue) at our little family's back to school celebration dinner on Monday evening.
Since Tuesday morning, the most commonly-heard phrase in our home is, "I can't find my Binjas." Yes, he calls them binjas. Because ninja can sometimes sound like binja to little 3 year old ears.
The problem? If the binjas are not immediately located, then all composure is lost and it would seem that Armageddon is imminent. Tears gush, banshee-like screams ensue, and the family searches for the binjas to appease the little son beast. And, usually, those silly binjas are found.
But, for the last 4 hours those binjas have been MIA.
So, where does the person with the brains come in? I personally believe that every toy, every blanket, every book, every pillow that any child even remotely looks at should contain a tracking device. It would make life easier. And I know there is someone out there who could do it. Because a mom can't possibly be expected to know where all things are at all times. Can a mom?
I'm doing well to know where the children are at this moment. In bed, I think.
Maybe I should check on that.
And, I'll find those binjas tomorrow. Because for now, the crying has ceased.