If anything smallish is missing in my house, chances are it's in a shoe. Or a drawer. Or the trash can. Or even the diaper pail because that's what Macy does when she wants to hide something. Like the iPod that went missing. The poor thing had been buried under a pile of diapers for four days before we thought to search there. No wonder it wasn't working when we found it. I wouldn't be feeling too good if someone stuck me in a Diaper Champ. I suspect that's also where my reading flashlight, bounce house coupon, and a few pacifiers have ended up.
