It takes a pretty big event for me to make that statement, given that I have experienced a few really unexpected things in my life. Like the time I was riding a horse through the creek at home and it decided to lie down and roll over in the water that was up to his belly. Or the time we were looking at some oddly large-sized eggs on the shore of one of the tanks behind our house and the mother alligator lunged out of the water with her mouth open. Or in my more recent memories, there was the time I was helping one boy clean up a potty training mess while the other boy managed to pull over the gate and wedge it between his closed door and dresser. I almost had to call the fire department that time, but was able to talk him through pulling it out of the way.
So all that to say, when I couldn’t find my camera this morning, it did cross my mind to ask Samuel if he had seen it. What I could not have guessed was that he would lead me to his room, get down on belly and reach underneath his changing table to retrieve several “treasures” that he had “stole” (his words). The hole through which my camera and other assorted items were shoved was about half an inch high. Here’s a picture – and as you may guess – I didn’t take it. Just to clarify, the camera and other items were UNDER the dresser. I think only his tiny fist could fit through the hole:
Samuel's treasure box
Here’s another one I found on my memory card:
Carpet, close up and personal
But here’s my favorite, probably because it tells the whole story without using a single word:
The culprit
