The Magic of the Brotherly Lost-And-Found

This afternoon, Amy thought it might be a nice idea for me to go to Best Buy to try to get Ian's camera fixed or replaced. I sent a very confident Ian off to get his camera, and he came back horrified to report that his camera was missing. None of us were happy about that, but Daniel suddenly said, "Oh - Ian, I know where your camera is."

I was very pleased with Daniel's good memory and eager voluntarism, but Ian immediately jumped to conclusions: "Daniel, I'm mad at you! You keep taking my things!!" I gently attempted to exonerate young Daniel, and Daniel took me by the hand and led me upstairs to retrieve Ian's camera. To my astonishment, Daniel looked not in some drawer, box or book-case, but rather deep, deep under his own dresser. He reached basically his entire arm back to the end of it, and still couldn't find the camera. I turned on the light for him. Then, as if pulling a rabbit out of a hat, Daniel produced a small, silver camera and handed it to me.

The icing on the cake is that the only reason that we need to return or replace it was because Daniel kicked it out of Ian's hands when Ian was taking a photograph of an already-enraged Daniel, basically for its torture value, several weeks ago.

(February 6, 2011)