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Lost & Not Found

Little Chic had a half-day of school today for parent teacher conferences, but since Brainy Boy is classified as middle school, he had to go the full day. This is a new occurrence this year, and one that Brainy Boy isn't taking to so much. Little Chic and I decided to take advantage of the rare few hours together so we had lunch and then made a run to Walmart supplies for an upcoming school project.

Little Chic decided to take along her purse, containing a hard-earned $24 that she has been saving. She had her eye on some new Webkinz, so she decided this was the day to shop. We made a stop in to Hallmark and picked up one stuffed animal, then headed on to Walmart for the school supplies. Like many 10-year-olds, Little Chic is not always the most organized, and she plopped her purse, containing her remaining $14 in the cart beside mine. As luck would have it, when I emptied the cart and returned it to the cart park, I didn't realize her purse was still in the shopping cart. We were on our way to the second Webkinz stop when she realized it was missing. We swung back around to Walmart and the parking lot, but cart guys were already wheeling the carts inside. We looked in all we could find with no luck. We took a run into the Customer Service counter, but at that point, nobody had turned in the purse.

The purse is a favorite of hers as Muh Main Man bought it for her after a long-ago business trip, so she was more upset about the purse than the money. That and the fact that I had pity on her and took some of the blame. So I replaced the $14. I'm a sucker like that.

Anyway, we imagined that maybe the money will go into the hands of somebody who really needs it and maybe it's God's way of blessing somebody who's hungry. Although admittedly they'd have to steal it to get the blessing. So it probably doesn't count. But we won't talk about that.

Anyway, we'd really like the purse back, even if it's empty. Here's hoping...

Comments

Unknown said…
Ugh, I feel so bad for Little Chic.

I like your new pic!
Rochelle said…
Ouch! That hurts!! I remember doing a similar thing at her age & guess what? It never happened again!
Melanie said…
I feel so sad for Little Chic.

I always think about stealing the same way. I tell myself that they must need it a lot more than me if they have to steal to get it.

Hope she gets her purse back.
Laura said…
I hope the purse turns up...you never know...a hard lesson though! Poor little gal!
Anonymous said…
I've been known to leave a $15 bag of dog food in the bottom of my cart.....but I've NEVER forgotten my purse.
Amy B. said…
I have stopped letting Brooke take anything to church that is not attached to her body. We always leave something and in a church our size it is just too hard to find!
tim said…
I'm thinking that the "thief" had small children and a kitten who would not have had money for food except for the special purse that a little angel left for them.

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