Teen Pact is just a few days away and Buddy and I have working on packing him up.
As we went through his dress clothes for the days at the Capitol, we noticed something.
His black dress shirt was missing.
He looked in his closet.
I looked in his closet.
This is the shirt he wears with his cool green plaid bow tie.
This leaves him one shirt short for the week. He would have to wear one shirt twice. Oh dear. If you have a 15 year old son – you know this is a crisis.
He asks if it might gotten in with dad’s clothes. I didn’t think so – but checked through them thoroughly to be sure.
I even went through the seasonal clothes in the attic.
I report my findings at lunch.
“Maybe it’s stuffed between my bass drum and the bed.”
A search there revealed many interesting items – but no black shirt.
I found it this morning.
You’ll never guess where.
It was in his closet.
It had fallen off the hanger and was on the floor, buried under his Chewbacca suit, a ripped backpack, a wrench set, a bucket of legos, computer parts and a sleeping bag.
No wonder we missed it the first time – we were looking for a black shirt in a black hole.
I guess we’ll be doing a deep cleaning soon….