Three. Well, two really, with one observer.
The other night, my husband changed the lightbulb in my son’s room and reached up, up, up to the high ceiling.
Down, down, down dropped the little knob that screws into the light fixture, to hold the glass in place. You know, the piece that looks like a nipple?
If it were any other room, it would have been a simple fix. But this was my eight-year-old son’s room. This was a Legos-all-over-the-floor room. The knob could be anywhere! We searched and searched and searched.
Did it camouflage itself as a Lego? Did it bounce up and into a toy bin? Did it roll under the bunk bed? It took us 15 minutes to find the stupid knob. And when I say us, I mean my husband and me. Because my son got distracted and built a space vehicle of some sort.
Turns out, the knob rolled into the Cat in the Hat hat. Of course, why didn’t I think of that?