It's funny how history can repeat itself.
In the last few weeks, my teaspoons have been slowly disappearing. I can't figure it out. If I had a hired cleaner, or a cook, I'd be very suspicious; but unfortunately - very unfortunately, I don't have a cook or a cleaner.
They're special little teaspoons too. My brother gave them to us as a wedding present 13 years ago, and had them engraved with the date and our names.
So if the cook or the cleaner didn't steal them, where have all the teaspoons been disappearing to?
Well, I'll tell you. We solved the mystery one day when we were out gardening.
We found buried treasure.
Then I found another one cleaning up in the playroom one day. It was stashed in with the Lego. Funny that.
And another one was left, very conspicuously, on top of the honey box. Must have been a quick get-away.
In conclusion, with the mystery of the missing teaspoons solved, all I can say is....
Blood tells.
3 comments :
Are these the same little elves who also steal one sock out of the washing basket?
Cute story!!! Glad it had a happy ending...of sorts!
Glad you found your treasures, such pretty spoons! What a nice gift, to have them engraved. Though not nice to find them in the dirt - but that's life with kids, right?
I found you through Cate. I love your post about the mothers in your life. Those photos are special. I also enjoy learning about my family history. Interesting about your ancestor stealing the spoons. My paternal grandmother was a Nixon and I share a common ancestor with former President Richard Nixon (1970's Watergate scandal). If you know anything about him, some say he was a crook. I was a child when all that was going on and I always wanted to believe he was a good man. He was blood, after all!
Would like to visit again. Have a good week!
- Kate
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