Several months back, the youngest lost a large amount of money...pretty much the entire bank roll (literally). Now, the wife and I have spent lots of time trying to help the kid find the money. The child had to clean the bedroom, look through and reorganize every drawer, all to no avail. Both the wife and I remembered seeing the roll last in the child's room as well as reminding the kid to put the roll away so someone didn't "accidentally" walk away with it as kids at this age are prone to do. In the end, it was gone.
I get ready to go deer hunting last week, and guess what? We found the bank roll, right where it was left...in my winter jacket last used when we went skating with my sister, Apollo Anna Ohno. I also found my wife's Tetris (thought I'd gotten rid of that permanently - with the theft being blamed on the niece from the same trip) and my wife's cell phone charger which she thought we left in the hotel room (again - same trip).
So, while I already knew I have short term memory loss, it now also appears that I'm a pretty good kleptomaniac - but it doesn't do much good if you can't remember you took the crap...
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