This makes two Saturdays in a row when I have spent the better part of the morning on my hands and knees crawling through piles of toys and clothes and other ‘stuff’ in search of a magnetic sheep.
Way back at the start of the year my girls entered and a won competition for a year’s subscription to the local toy library. Yay! It all sounds so lovely. You go to the toy library choose a few toys to borrow, play with them and then bring them back after a week or two. Easy right? Wrong! Although we all start out being careful to keep track of all the bits by the end of the fortnight invariably there is something missing.
Last weekend it was a sheep… a magnetic sheep.
I have turned my house upside down, crawled under beds, sorted through giant boxes of legos and gotten three years of fluff out from under our fridge looking for this sheep.
The sheep is still AWOL and I am running out of places to look.
If anyone is the slightest bit psychic can you please tell me where the blasted magnetic sheep is hiding!