That's how long I've been scavenging around this house looking for Savannah's eye patch. 54 hours of turning every single room upside down, digging through every toy box, every kitchen cupboard, every book shelf, every shoe bin, dirty laundry hampers, every back pack, the GARBAGE CANS for goodness sake. I just about gave up and ordered a new patch for her.
And there it was.
Why wouldn't her patch be at the top of her closet, in her dollhouse, wrapped around the neck of her pet skunk as a "super hero cape"? Duh, mom. (I heart that little girl ;-) )