Splinter's Staff

After being in complete awe at how well my kids have gotten along, I was thrown for a loop with Little Brother. He has these ninja turtles that he plays with and last night he lost something that goes to them. If you don’t live in boy world, they’re little action figures with their own weapons and there are even other characters you can get like villains for the good ones to fight with. When I find a little sword or numchucks I stick them into the Ninja Turtles van. I always do because I don’t want to vacuum them up or deal with Little Brother being heartbroken. After a ten hour workday followed by taking Big Brother to practice I was tired. While I cooked supper Little Brother proceeded to dig out everything and anything searching for a lost ninja turtle weapon. He dumped all the laundry while I stood at the stove cooking. I told him to wait that I would help him when I was done. Well he wasn’t having it and then pulled all the blu-rays out because he was convinced that it was stuck between there. Then he pulled all the shoes and boots out of the closet and brought them to the living room so he could dump them and be certain that his precious object wasn’t stuck in someone’s shoe. Once he accomplished that search he began to take toys out and look in them.

By the time I was done cooking and he was done searching I had no floor space left. It was a literal minefield of thrown around laundry, shoes, toys and of course ninja turtles. I wanted to just throw the beast outside but he had to eat dinner. After our late dinner I looked in the Ninja Turtle van and what do I find? The sought after, most urgently needed thing of all. A little bigger than a toothpick it sat in the van right where I promised Little Brother it was. Splinter’s staff.