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The Christmas Mystery of the Missing Dinosaur Egg

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My family has had quite a year of multiple hospital visits (heart surgery, anyone?) and ongoing misfortunes that would render even Murphy (as in the “Law”) speechless.

I resolved to kick 2011 to the curb by doing my holiday shopping and preparations early so I could feel like I had at least something under control.

Oh, how wrong I was.

To support our elementary school, I decided to have my kids purchase gifts for each other at the two-day traveling holiday toy store. The idea was to send them to school with money and let them pick out a gift for each other.

Sound easy? Apparently The Easy Button does not exist for Murphy’s Law.

My son Bode goes to morning kindergarten. The toy shop was in the afternoon. No problem, I just brought him back to school and had him pick out his sister Hadley’s gift. He ignored my suggestions of jewelery and went straight for a dinosaur egg that hatches in water.

Gotta give the boy credit: he’s looking for a win-win gift.

However the other problem was that Hadley had the money for both presents and she had not yet done her shopping. The nice volunteer assured us they would set Bode’s gift to the side, ring it up with her purchases and then discreetly put Bode’s gift to his sister in his teacher Mrs. C’s** box for him to later bring home.

I forgot about it until last week when I was putting the finishing touches on all our presents and realized Bode had never received the gift.

I called the school secretary Mrs. M.** and explained the case of the missing dinosaur egg. She promised she would call Mrs. C. and also gave me the name of the volunteer who ran the toy store.

Not even 15 minutes later, Secretary M. called back.

“We found out what happened,” she said in her best sleuth voice. Turns out instead of delivering the dinosaur egg to Mrs. C.’s box, the volunteer had put it in the same bag as Hadley’s gift to her brother.

As Hadley was riding on the bus home from school, she found it. Knowing it wasn’t hers, she gave it to the eager boy sitting next to her.

Now this is where the story gets really suspicious. The boy to whom she gave the dinosaur egg just happened to be Mrs. C.’s son.

Coincidence or conspiracy?

Mrs. C. came home that day to find the dinosaur hatched in a glass of water. Her son divulged Hadley gave it to him and she thought nothing of it. Until she received the phone call from me.

I was relaying the escapade to my husband Jamie later that day and he queried, “How many of JeffCo’s tax dollars were wasted from all the time it took to chase that dinosaur egg down?”

I’m part of the blame for the $20 million deficit.

In the end, Secretary M. was extremely remorseful. “I’m really sorry. There’s not much we can do about it at this point. The Egg has been opened.”

That’s school code for “The Mission Has Been Compromised.”

But let it be known that I’m onto them.

**Note: Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Or guilty.

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Comments
  • comment avatar Candace December 19, 2011

    Woot–laughing here. What a great story that can live on in your family’s infamy. What amazes me most is you got to the bottom of it so quickly.

  • comment avatar Amber's Crazy Bloggin' Canuck December 19, 2011

    I think that’s what makes the story so funny. I mean, what are the odds that we were calling Bode’s teacher to find out what happened to it and Hadley gave it to her son?! She told me she has since issued an edict that her kids can’t take any presents from kids on the bus. 🙂

  • comment avatar WillnHolly December 19, 2011

    Since you’re into solving mysterys, maybe you can help me find me find the box of Christmas presents I hid somewhere and can’t find them!

    Fun!

  • comment avatar Amber Johnson December 19, 2011

    Been there, done that. In fact, this is the first year I haven’t forgotten about where I hid some Christmas presents oh, too well.

  • comment avatar Kristy December 19, 2011

    One Christmas morning, I got up, got all my gifts ready to take over to my mom’s, then realized I did not have a gift for my mom. Not sure how I could have missed this, I turned to my roommate, telling her I had to be the worst daughter in the world. She donated a bottle of perfume of which she had received double. My mom can’t smell but it was all I had. She knew it was a really odd gift when she opened it, I could tell by her face. It was a total bust. A few days later, I remembered that I HAD gotten her a gift, weeks before. It was a top that was hanging in my closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle.

    Moral of the story: don’t do your shopping too far in advance.

  • comment avatar Amber Johnson December 19, 2011

    True dat! After writing the above, I realized I forgot about a gift for my husband I’ll have to find when I get home.

    I also need to find a new hiding place–I hid the kids’ presents in our den’s closet. The door is busted so I knew they couldn’t open it but they could still peek in. 🙂

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