I knew Hanna had been collecting buttons and I even went so far as to encourage a healthy interest in organizing, grouping and compartmentalizing them. Not unlike, her grade one stresses.
It wasn’t until I excitedly went to the closet to put on my new capris that I was disappointed I couldn’t fasten them. Not because of the extra poundage of baby weight I have yet to shed, not because I fumbled and tore the clasp when trying to do them up.
It was because Hanna had stolen the button, ripped it right off. Not only had she ripped the button off my new capris, I had buttons missing from shirts, shorts and my favourite dress pants. I have no doubt she’s using them as playground currency, for what, I have yet to find out.
I would now like to press a button that could take me back in time so I could choose a different shirt to wear out of the house yesterday…..it appears to have gone missing.
