I thought I lost my wallet today at the store. I didn’t thankfully. Between my son’s shrieking at the top of his lungs (I wouldn’t buy him the ball he “needed”) and my daughter’s attempt at climbing out of the cart I thought I may have put it down during the mayhem. When I called the store to ask if a kind soul had turned it in they asked me to describe my wallet… the wallet that I carry everyday, the one that holds my driver’s license, my credit/debit cards, my cash… I couldn’t fully describe my wallet. How could I not know what my wallet looked like?
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