Spoon smuggler

We just had our annual Solstice party and it was a blast. In theory, I’ll tell you all about it later, once I can get the photos and video put together and rest a wee bit. In the mean time, I really feel the need to tell you all the following story.

This morning after Anya had been up for a while she was cruising through the dining room in her footie jammies when she suddenly wiped out. I went and gathered her up, giving her hugs and letting her calm down from the indignity of falling down. When she was feeling better she reached out her foot and tap-tap-tapped it on the floor. I don’t know about you, but in my experience footie jammies don’t tap. I circled my hand around her foot, found something metal and quickly determined it was a spoon. In the foot of her jammies. Okie dokey. So I slid it up and out of her jammies and was just about to move on when she reached out her foot again and tap-tap-tapped it. Yep, another spoon. Fished it out; went on with our day.

Just now? Yeah, I pulled the clothes out of the washer and found one of those same spoons. Methinks she’s up to something but I know not what. Any thoughts?