Letters from Grenada

The other week I was looking for my debit card. It wasn’t where I left it. I *know* I didn’t take it anywhere, and it’s not like me to put things away in a place other than the place I always put them. (Note to young people: This is a good strategy for remembering things. Do what you’d expect yourself to do. It eliminates some guesswork.)

I looked for the card for a few hours. It was nowhere to be found. (I even looked in my sock drawer.)

So I called my bank and arranged for a new one. That was on the Tuesday. It arrived early Thursday morning, which meant that this mishap did not, after all, ruin my trip to Chicago. (I don’t use credit cards. Only debit cards. Note to young people: This a good strategy for avoiding spending money you don’t have on things you don’t need.)

You wanna guess what happened Wednesday morning? (It’s totally cool if you don’t feel like guessing. I wouldn’t feel like it either.) Wednesday morning my mom found my debit card. At the bottom of her laundry hamper. Clearly that Bean was the culprit. And so it goes.

This incident reminded me of something funny that happened a couple of months ago. I left my debit card on the kitchen table. Bean grabbed it and ran off to his playroom with it.

“Honey,” I called. “Please bring Mommy’s card back. Mommy needs it.”

His reply? “No! I am going shopping.”

“Really,” I said. “And what, if I may be so bold, are you shopping for?”

“Presents for Mommy.”

Posted on May 4th, 2010 under Grenada • Tags: joaquing the illustrious bean, LOL, motherhood, my kid is awesome. •  Print This Post •  Email This Post • RSS 2.0 feed • Leave a response, or trackback