This morning Elli had some crud in her eyes that I needed to clean off. Our pediatrican has told me that Johnson & Johnson's baby wash works best for getting that off, so I grabbed a washcloth and headed to the bathroom to grab the baby wash. It wasn't there. I had left it on the counter yesterday after cleaning her eyes up, and it wasn't there.
My husband had done a lot of cleaning and picking up last night while I was at a ladies' Christmas party for church. So I started looking where he might have put it "away." Nowhere in the kids' bathroom. Nowhere in ours. Not in the drawer where I found it originally. But in that drawer I found a really tiny sample size. So I grabbed that and, shaking my head at this mysterious disappearance, headed out to wash her face.
I sat down on the couch next to her, and looked down at my hands. There, in my hands, was a washcloth, the tiny bottle of soap, and the original bottle of soap I had been searching for. I still have no idea when or how it got into my hands.
