Wesley was intently concentrating on a "project" at the kitchen table. A few moments later, I glanced up to see him flipped upside down in his chair, looking for something under the table.
I went back to what I was doing and a few minutes later, he came over to my chair and asked, "Do you know where my pen cap is?" I glanced across the tabletop but it wasn't there, so my eyes scanned beneath the table but I didn't see it there either.
"I don't see it, Wesley. It's OK, you don't need it to finish your project." But he couldn't seem to get his mind back on what he was doing until he found that pen cap.
For the next 10 minutes or so, he searched around the table, wandering somewhat aimlessly around the house asking all of us to help him find the pen cap. He seemed really at a loss as to how it could have disappeared into thin air.
Being the "attentive" mom that I am, after about 10 mintues I actually LOOKED at him and realized what the problem was. By that time, he had given up in exasperation and had settled back at the table.
I got my camera, sat down across from him, and snapped a few pictures. He ignored me as he concentrated again on his project.
"Wesley," I whispered.
His eyes rose to mine with a questioning look on his face, intrigued because I had whispered and had a smirky smile on my face.
"Did you lose something?"
Up went his hands as he animatedly explained to me once again how he couldn't find his pen cap and how he had searched and searched and searched.
"I know where it is!" I announced.
He scowled as I continued to smirky smile at him.
"What's that in your hair, Wesley?"