Where the Lost Things Go!

I think the legend of Brownies was created by a mom. A mom on the brink of madness trying to explain how on earth things could just up and disappear in her house. Since I can not think of a better explanation I thought perhaps I should write a letter to the Brownies politely asking for the return of some of my items.

Dear Brownies that live in my home,

If it wouldn't be too much trouble could you please return at least one, if not more, of these items I have found to be missing in my home?

• I would greatly appreciate the return of my sippy cup lids. And while we're on the subject why is it that you just take the lids and not the whole cup?
• Perhaps the Brownies are in need of syringes for the administering of medicine. If that be the case could we at least split them half and half? Or could you just let me keep the ones I buy from here on out?
• I know it must not be pleasant to listen to a crying child from your hiding place- where ever it may be. That is why I am requesting the return of my children's binkies. I think it would keep us both a little saner.
• Oh and if you have that last puzzle piece I've been searching for, the one that wasn't chewed on by the dog, I'd like that returned as well.

If it is not your fault that these things have gone missing I greatly apologize. If it wasn't you would you please tell me because I've been looking into investigating if it really was the dish that ran away with the spoon.

Sincerly,

Tricia S.

P.S. Why is it you leave our socks alone? Not that I'm complaining. Just that I'm curious.

Don't you love the help of small children in your home. Though I can't complain too much since my little boy loves to help me unload the dishwasher,- loading is another story, but it is dang cute how hard he tries to help me unload it- and he helps me make the bed. He also helps me loose things by putting them back where they go :)- why would I look there.