Lesson Learned...But For Who?

There was a post a few days ago, on my blog, that I was voicing my frustration with my daughter taking my personal things.  Well, last night before I went to bed, I went into her room, while she was sleeping and took her favorite necklace, and her nail polish and put them in my room.  Then this morning, as she was in the kitchen, I put her hair straightner in a towel and took it to my bedroom.  She didn't see me or suspect anything.  I was thinking I had the answer to teaching her a great and important lesson.  As I locked my bedroom door and bid my good-byes to her so I could get on the way to work, I was snickering to myself as I thought of my great and devious plan.  About 15 minutes after I left, I got a phone call from her asking if I had seen her necklace and her hair straightner.  In the most pleasant and honest voice I could muster (without laughing of course) I told her  "No honey...I don't go into your room".  There was some frustration in her voice and I thought "Ah, Hah, she is finally going to understand how I feel".  I went through my work day as usual and as I was on my way home I was preparing myself for a very frustrated young lady to gang up on me as I walked through the door.   BOY WAS I WRONG!  Not a word, no frustration no nothing.  The night went on as usual.  So...who has egg on her face now?  Me...just shows me how the brain really works for a child with FASD.  Lesson learned for me...