because I want the sitter to be able to return it.

I want him not to have a hiding spot I can't find.

I want him not to have a hiding spot I can't find.

I think this is it, and it would drive me nuts, too. But I don't think you should worry about the sitter. She was told not to buy him gits/games, and if he *was* allowed to use it, let's say, and broke it or lost it, she wouldn't be reimbursed. She didn't listen to you, but that's not your problem.

Okay. But if the sitter can't return it, that's really no loss on your part because you did ask her not to buy him gifts.

The hiding spot you don't know about it more disturbing.

Boston Cream Pie ice cream?

OMG WANT

Those stained glass pieces are beautiful. Wow.

Good luck with either finding the game or not caring if you find it, msbelle. I don't know which would be better.

Ugly Betty - yeah, what y'all said.

Boston Cream Pie ice cream?

::nods::

It's got a pastry cream swirl, pieces of yellow cake, and fudge, yet it's not overly cloying.

Like I said-- cracktastic.

I want him not to have a hiding spot I can't find.

Um.

I don't want to mess in your business, and I know you have trained professional people guiding you, and you know I love you like crazy, right? But really? This sounds like he's not allowed to have one single thing that's private.

And it just struck me that among the battle of wits he's engaged you in, made it a war that you're buying into, maybe at least a part of this is about him having one thing, one secret, one hiding place that's just his. Doesn't everybody need that?

Okay, backing off. You're the one dealing with him and his needs and his troubles day in and day out, and your patience and strength consstantly amaze and impress me. That phrase just sort of tripped that thought, so there it is, for what it's worth.

msbelle, if nothing else, you'll find it in the move. And the reality isn't about finding the hiding spaces, it is thwarting the need for them. He's a kid, he'll leave it out eventually, if only when it ceases to matter. And when it ceases to matter, that's the big deal.

When we moved when I was 16, we found a stash of dessicated jelly beans I'd hidden in my bed (and forgot.) I have no idea when or why I hid them, not even when I found them. It was a power play.

I love the mountains one. Very beautiful.

I really wish my windows could hold the Organs, but NSM. Maybe the second floor transom, if I don't find a vintage one. I'm happy with vintage, and really, it might be too modern, but... I love my hometown mountains. And I like her versions of them.

Jon Stewart is killing it tonight, Glenn Beck style.