Uterine Tracking Devices.
We girls have 'em. Scarlett and I can locate anything in this house. Need a mitten, a book, an earring? No problem.
The three people with penises stand around and drool. "Where's my sword?" Merrick always loses the weapon. Scarlett remembers: it's in the family room, under the couch. She just saw it!
"Mom! Someone stole my book!" Stryker assumes Evil afoot. Oh, it's right here on the kitchen table. Stupid. (but I don't say that because he will remember the Stupid in gestalt therapy when he's older). But I'm standing by the table and the book is actually jumping up and screaming at me. Funny how he can't see that.
But the best is John. When he leaves for work, I don't lock the door. Five days out of seven, he's back within ten minutes. "Oh my God - have you seen (fill in the blank)?? I totally spaced that out."
Can't find it AND forgot he needed it in the first place.
Many days, I am waiting at the door. There are no phone calls, no queries. I see said item (hmmm -- wouldn't he need office keys? wallet? cell phone? or briefcase?) and stand ready for the hand-off.
And he's always surprised that I am one step (ahem) ahead of him.
Thanks bipolarlawyer for reminding me of how darn righteous we women are--and to my friend Jennifer for coining the phrase!!