Poor A2 gets wrongly blamed

As stated in my previous post, the twins have become a bit... hard to manage of late. A2 especially likes to find small things to play with that aren't necessarily his. Last Sunday as we were heading out the door for church, my husband announced that he couldn't find his wedding ring. He had left it on top of his office desk (not a great place to leave it, I reminded him) and A2 had spent a few minutes that morning sitting at Daddy's desk and looking through his drawer. Daddy wasn't too pleased about that. We both looked a ton that night—both in his office and up in our bedroom. I even took out a flashlight in case the ring had fallen behind his desk. Nothing.

The next morning, my husband came down to go to work with his ring on. It had been on our dresser, right where he usually leaves it. We had both looked there several times, but had somehow missed it. My husband apologized to A2 for wrongly accusing him.

Last week, I bought a new wallet. As I was transferring stuff from the old to the new, I realized I was missing a $100 bill. Now, I never have that kind of cash, but it was a bonus gift from work. I panicked, looked a thousand more times in my wallet, and couldn't find it. Then I remembered that earlier in the day, A2 was seen playing with a few coins. I concluded that he must have gotten into my purse. I looked and looked and couldn't find the $100.

Today, a room mom from T's class called about the money I had sent in for the class gift for his teacher. She thanked me for being so generous but wanted to make sure that I had meant to give $102 for the gift.

Poor A2—blamed for things he never did.