Lynda Loveland: Where's my stuff?

I thought I gave birth to three sweet little babies. But, in reality, I birthed three bold-faced bandits!

Have you noticed, once you become a parent, that stuff goes missing? Maybe you think you just forgot where you put it. Oh no. I betcha a kid took it!

The phone is a big one. I’d swear I set it next to my purse. So I get out the home phone and dial my cell. Where do I end up finding it? Lodged in-between the couch cushions!

My fingernail clippers … not in my bathroom drawer, but underneath my daughter’s dresser. Hmmm, right where I left them because I like to put my hands in dark, small places to clip my nails.

My hair clips … in the bottom of the toy chest because I like to crawl in there to get ready in the morning.

My handheld garden clippers … underneath a bush that looks like it was attacked by Edward Scissorhands on crack.

But, you know what, the more I think about it, I think all kids do it. My mom would freak out if she knew I used her eyebrow tweezers to pick the ticks off our farm dogs!