Grandpa was a little squirrel today. He raided the kitchen, bringing plums back to his room, tucked inside his Niagara Falls mug that syas "Grandpa" on it, put them alongside the used teabag, and hid it all in the sock drawer. He went into my office and shuffled through my papers, found something with his name on it (his prescription info from getting a flu shot) and took a stack back into his room. Then, Vince noticed the coffee pot moved to a different counter, and the honey jar that was next to it - no longer next to it.
Oh my. If he puts it where he usually puts things, that could make for a lot of sticky socks.
No, not there. Nor in the medicine cabinet. Nor between his blankets. Not in his shoe. Not in the drawer full of Depends. Hmm. We've found things in all those spots before.
later..... ah ha! In the guest bathroom, right next to the soap dispenser. Good thing no one thought it was soap!
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