When Kylie came to visit a couple weeks ago, she loved them and would pick them up, hold her hand up for silence, and try to hear the ocean.
After she left, I couldn't find the shells. I figured she'd taken them with her which was fine.
Today I decided to clean the dining room. As I was dusting the hutch,
I moved the old picture of my mom and dad
and found one of the shells!
Then I moved on to some knickknacks on the piano. This teapot
didn't look very dirty and I almost didn't wash it but at the last minute figured I should since everything else was getting a bath. When I took the cover off,
there was another shell!
That little stinker must have hidden them when I wasn't looking.
I haven't found the third one, yet, but I'm sure it's around here somewhere.