Last December I mentioned in my “Night Before Traveling with Children” post that CG’s iPod had been devoured by my parents house.
We formed an iPod hunting posse, searching everywhere The Tackler could have set it down, plus some places he’d never gone.
We never found it, forced to head to the airport with one less iPod (the one designated to entertain The Tackler on the plane, containing all of his apps).
Weeks later, my family tore their house apart, moving mattresses, couch cushions, hunting for the all elusive iPod.
As though the iPod dropped into a rip in the time-space continuum, lost in a hellish alternate dimension where Microsoft ruled handheld devices.
Once a month I asked my mother, “Have you found CG’s iPod yet?”
We nearly held a funeral, burying the empty plastic iPod case, the letters RIP etched on the cover.
Fast forward to Wednesday night.
CG worked on his laptop, completing a presentation for work as I mirrored him – working on my blog instead.
“Oh, my iPod is found.”
“WHAT?! How? Where? Did my mother call you directly?”
“No, my dad emailed me.”
“Your dad? Don’t tell me it fell between his couch cushions!”
“I never realized The Tackler played with the iPod there.”
It might have been useful information.
So four months later, the Mystery of the Missing iPod is finally solved.
Sorry, House I Grew Up In, for yelling at you for eating the iPod. I didn’t mean it.
Sorry, mom, dad, and everyone else roped into looking for it. I heard you found some other lost items as a reward.
So Mom, you can finally stop looking for it.
What items have you found after writing them off as lost?