Ode to the Remote

Around the McLane house we have a unique ability to lose the remote. I always blame it on the kids, yet half the time it’s my fault. I’ll get up to go to the kitchen or head to bed and I think it stays in my hands.

But I’m convinced that sometimes the remote is like a sea creature. When we aren’t looking the shell pops open and it’s little wormy body slides out and drags it into a crevice somewhere to hide. Sure, if we forage we always find it. But I think that creature on the inside of our remote just lngs to eat the Fruit Loops and Cheerios it finds in those crevices.

My only other theory is that Kristen hides it from me.






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