The other day little Miss Haana and I were on a trip to the mall (which commenced after I threatened her with "If u don't want to put a pin in your hair then you can be at home, Mumma is going out"). Somewhere during that mall trip we thought we had an accident (bathroom accident). I wasn't happy. I left what we were doing and we headed in the direction of the restrooms. It was at this time that the little girl began peeling her hair clip out of her hair. I gave her a don't-even-think-about-it look. It usually doesn't work but this time it did.
For a little bit. I did not notice but the hair clip soon vanished from her hair. I did not notice because instead of handing it to me she got rid of evidence by putting it inside her boots. Things stayed quiet for sometime. The accident wasn't really an accident- so I was relieved.
A little later while walking the little girl complained that her shoes were bothering her. "Are these shoes too tight for you" I asked. "No they have my hairpin". "What? Hairpin?". I took and shook it out. Nothin. And then two tiny, knowing, expert hands went inside the boots and came back victorious with a pink flower hairpin!!!
The mystery of the missing hairpin for once was solved. For now.
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