A few days ago, I found my long neglected chess set. Seth seemed to pick up on how the game is played pretty quickly. And Lael seemed entranced by the board.
Within a day one piece was missing. I told my kids I was very disappointed, but to no avail. Neither seemed to know what happened to the black castle. (The set was supposed to have been put away.)
Fast forward to this morning: while the kids were still asleep, my wife comes upstairs with a laugh and a black castle.
“Where was it?”
“In my shoe!”
A minute later, Anne comes back up the stairs with a white pawn, which was in her other shoe. Oops, didn’t even know that one was missing.
I know that our current society beats up on packrats and all, but with Lael, I’m confident that it’s hard wired into her genome. Pencils under floor rugs. Toys in heater vents. Food in desk drawers.
The other day, Barbie’s half-inch long shoes were lined up on the family shoe rack. (You kinda had to squint to see them.)
Obviously, the squirrel-gene had some evolutionary advantages before the advent of clutter.