Weebug Knits

In which what was lost is found.

Right before Christmas, Shannon lost the first of two retainers. We had absolutely no idea where it could have gone off to, she swore up and down that she hadn't thrown it out, but we couldn't find it. So we got a new retainer, which she promptly lost in about two weeks. We are now on the third retainer. Come to think of it, I haven't actually seen her wear it for a few days so even that might be in question.

Midgeling has two daughters younger than Shannon and a lot of the clothes that my girl has out grown go that direction. Yesterday at lunch, Midgeling asked me if we were missing a retainer, a blue and white one with a hippo sticker encased in the resin. Kassie, her six year old, had put on a pair of pants that Shannon had just given her and found the retainer in the pocket in apparently perfect condition.

Now I am not at all sure that the pants were actually washed before we gave them away.