Lately, according to my Mommy, since I started walking, we're living in the Bermuda's triangle, or the Black hole. Things seem to disappear magically. Nothing to be attributed to the paranormal, or suspension of the laws of physics, or activity by extraterrestrial beings. Most of the time my little fingers tend to be involved in it. And after some long searching (hours, days) those things pop out in the most strangest places. And there you have sunglasses in the baba's toolbox, mom' make up in the flower pot, toys in the onion basket, creme in the printer, kitchen paper in the washing machine,...
Some serious CSI material
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