This time when something went missing, it wasn't Toby that misplaced but rather me. Or at least, so I thought.
I remember setting the checkbook on the counter Saturday afternoon and then forgetting about it. I knew I must've had to put it somewhere though; like tucked in a safe drawer, set on a desk, under a stack of papers or left in my pocket. But it was no where.
I told Toby before he left for work this morning that I would find it in no time. I think I was consoling myself more than him. I mentioned that it had to be around here somewhere and no way could've Landon taken it.
Why would he want to play with a checkbook anyway?
Toby gave me the don't-put-it-past-that-two-year-old look.
That look motivated me to glance into the playroom and what should I find but something other than toys...
At least Landon's way of using the checkbook doesn't hurt us financially. Yet.
The charming culprit