I was pulling weeds outside yesterday when my wife, who was inside with a project requiring more focus than mine, asked if she could send Anthony out to keep him from disrupting her work. She cautioned me to keep an eye on him occasionally so that he would not pull the registration number stickers off our car's license plate. That didn't sound like too much to ask.

Of course, Anthony managed to remove a sticker without me seeing it. After some worried searching, we located the sticker on the ground, put it back on the license plate, and went back to our activities.

During my next stretch of weeding, I saw Anthony twice approaching another car parked on the street near us, and warned him away. Then I began to suspect I might have again missed seeing him near our own car, and went to look once more at the license plate. No sticker. I called in to the house to my wife, who wasn't immediately nearby, then frantically scoured the surrounding ground and even the garbage can, to no avail. When my wife came out after a few minutes, I asked if perhaps she had taken the sticker inside to ensure it stayed out of Anthony's hands. Thankfully, she had. Now we are hoping that the glue she used to re-attach it will hold.