Who Ya Gonna Call?
We need Rick Moranis. Now.
This is a story about a missing ghost.
The child came downstairs and showed me what she made: If you haven’t guessed - it’s a wanted poster for her missing ghost.
Missing Ghost?
Yes. Missing Ghost.
A few nights ago she made a ghost out of paper. She should have been in bed, but after the routine she got out of bed and with her markers and scissors made an entire ghost setup that was on her dresser last we looked.
This ghost had it all. It had a blanket and I think a car and a few other accessories. This was one loaded ghost.
The next morning, it was all about the ghost here. so of course both BW and I agreed that we should not pitch the ghost and we should put the ghost somewhere safe and not toss it - which is usually our first response.
Trouble is, we have no idea where that somewhere safe would be. We checked where we thought the ghost was - the ghost is not there. We checked where the ghost might be and still no ghost.
This warranted a wanted poster being made, and that’s where we are now.
“Ghosty” is missing.
This is one thing I can’t blame the dog for. I have half a thought I brought Ghosty up to the current disaster that is her bedroom, but we could not find it there with a cursory glance.
At this point, we are all out of ideas.
Ghosty is missing.
Luckily, Dad knows know who to call.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.