Two nights ago I said some pretty awful words, "That's my wallet don't touch". Bear then says "I want my wallet", which I have not seen it weeks. So I say, "Go look for it buddy, I don't know where it is." thinking this will end quick. He can't put two cars up before he is off on something else. Well, it didn't work out that way, he really wanted his wallet. He cried and ached and moaned until I had to haul my huge pregnant aching body up and look for it too. While he, Daddy, and Kati searched the house I searched the car in my pajamas no less.

I found it in my broken purse. Look at that happy face. He even slept with it. Maybe I should buy a back up spare.