“Pax, what did you do with it?”
I had only left them on the end table for a few seconds to attend to Ella in the bathtub. When I came back into the living room, one of her hearing aids was on the living room floor, and I wasn’t liking the answers I was getting about the other one.
“Where is it, Pax? Where did you put Ella’s other hearing aid?”
His first answer shocked me.
His two year old lips shaped every syllable “Maybe it’s in the re-frig-er-ator…“
I was on my knees moving every food item I could from shelf to shelf. Our freezer is on the bottom, which is right at his level. ”Please, no! He couldn’t have put it in here?!” I prayed.
I turned to him again, looking him in the eyes trying to get a read on what exactly was going on in that brain of his. His second answer brought more clues. His toddler lisp gave this description of its fate, “Maybe I threw it way up high?“
He looks sweet and innocent, but his mind is devious!
