Stranger in My House

I am afraid there's a stranger in our house. Actually, I am afraid there is a strange stranger in our house. Why? Well, I actually only have one sign of this. Whoever or whatever this person/thing is likes to eat these-Yes, hair elastics or pony tail holders as they are known around here. And someone/something has to be eating them. That's all that makes any sense. Because according to my ten year old- she would be the one in need of the hair elastics- she just doesn't know where they could be. She does know that they could not be any of the places I suggessted she look. So, I am certain that they are not, simply could not be, in her locker, her pencil bag, her coat pocket, her purse, under her bed, on her nightstand, or stashed somewhere in my car. She knows they could not be any of those places.

I offered her amnesty if she would just tell me what she does with them. She doesn't know. And that makes sense because I often take things off of my body and put them somewhere but I have no idea where that may be- don't you? Doesn't everyone??? I mean just last week I lost my favorite black sweater that way. No idea what happened to that thing.

And my wacky little brain needs to know what has happened to them. Not that they are expensive- around $3 a package. I just have this strange need to know things like this. When all of you are spending your time doing productive things with your minds like memorizing scripture or reading great literature- I am thinking about what in the heck has happened to all the pony tail holders. Nice, huh?

I begged her to tell me. Even told her she wouldn't be in trouble if she was throwing them away- which 2 sidenotes on this
1) I totally think that is what she is doing because it's easier to throw them away than put them away
2) Ordinarily, she would be in a lot of trouble for that but that shows how strong my desire to know what's happening to them is

She says she isn't throwing them away nor is she throwing them on the floor or giving them to someone else. She claims they are probably in a pocket. I asked if she had a pair of jeans somewhere with about 6,000,000 pony tail holders stuffed in the pocket. She rolled her eyes. Ordinarily, she would be in a lot of trouble for that as well but I kinda deserved it. I was being a smarty pants. Which, I like, totally never do that.