So I mentioned in my previous post that we "found" two cut diamonds in the enhanced bucket at the Indian Village (we did, in case you skipped the words in my last post {I do that sometimes, too.}). Well, here they are. They're pretty. But you can see how small they are in reference to my ring.
Apparently, at some point during our drive home, Parker decided to open up the little box in which the diamonds were sealed (with tape).
And the little brown diamond popped out.
And he didn't tell us.
Yesterday, in preparation for a trip to the car wash, I asked Audrey to give me all the stuff from the back of the car. She held up the box and said, alarmingly, "There's only one diamond in here!" We both looked at Parker.
"Parker, did you open this box!?" I said incredulously.
Parker: Silence.
"Park-ie!" Audrey and I said in tandem.
"Oh my gosh, Parker, you better get back there and start looking for that diamond," I said, knowing full well that our car was in serious need of a vacuum, at the very least. And that the little brown diamond looks pretty much like a shiny Wheat Thins crumb.
"Ok," said Parker, quietly and mumbly, climbing into the back.
Over the course of the next hour, while we took a trip to the store, stopped at home to unload groceries, and waited for Audrey to finish her riding lesson, Parker and I searched the back of the car. I was feeling pretty upset with him, mostly for not telling us that he lost it in the first place. The diamond isn't worth anything and we had no plans for it, but it was a sort of symbol of our trip, and I hated to think of it gone for good. I had pretty much given up hope, and then Parker popped his head up and said, "I found it!"
I kissed his cheek, said "Yay!", carefully took it from his fingers, walked into the house with the little box and placed it on the entry table. I very gingerly tried to open the top of the box, but the sticky tape residue made that tricky. Just when I had the top open, you guessed it, out popped the WHITE diamond! I heard it bounce on the table and then looked down at our shaggy carpet in dismay.
"Payback," I said aloud to myself. This is what I get for being short with a five-year-old over a worthless diamond chip. I dropped to the floor and looked for a few minutes, but we were running late, and we had to pick up Audrey. I got into the car and told Parker A) that, unbelievably, I had just lost the white diamond in the 15 seconds I was gone; and B) how sorry I was for being so upset and criticizing him for something so silly (and so easily done). We came home and searched and searched on that carpet. We got flashlights, we recruited Miles (who had no idea what he was looking for), and then, in a moment of glory, I found it next to the baseboard.
You better believe I put that baby back in the box next to its little brown friend and taped it shut for good. Lesson learned.
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