Bookmark thief.

I have been reading this book forever it seems.  And I’ve been using a folded in half envelope as my bookmark.  Then I somehow misplaced the envelope and switched to my standard bookmark, a bobby pin.  Then I went on a trip.  At the airport I bought some Skittles.  It was the first of many indulgences of last weekend.  So on the plane I switched from the bobby pin bookmark (needed it for my hair) and started marking my spot with the Skittles wrapper.
Charlotte was more than confused with this.  Probably mostly that a mom can go buy candy by herself somehow and eat it without sharing 68% of it with her children.
So last night I find my book on the table.

First I’m mad because I think someone has lost my spot and I’m already annoyed with how much time this book has taken of my life anyway, I don’t want to waste precious moments looking for my place.
Then I open the book.
 
Charlotte has somehow located my folded in half envelope and has replaced the Skittles wrapper.  And homeostasis has been restored.