Missing Tape

Sometimes I feel like I have failed at becoming a proper adult because I never seem to have tape in the house.  I buy it.  I use it.  I put it in the desk drawer with the pens and scissors.  And then it disappears.  Never to be seen again.  I don't know what happens to it.  I'm not sure if it gets cannibalized by the other office supplies, or if it is taken by my children.  One way or another, it is usually gone by the 3rd day.  

I suspect that my sweet kiddos are taking it.  This concerns me even more than barbaric tape-eating-scissors because I never see any evidence that they are using the tape.  They are always making art projects and will bring them to me to show off their talents.  Occasionally, the day after the tape goes missing, I will see a piece or two with tape on, but not NEARLY enough to account for the entire roll.  Which leads me to wonder, what exactly are they planning to do with the rest of it?  

While we don't have Scotch tape, we do usually have packing tape so I'll use that instead.  Last night I was wrapping some presents (with packing tape of course) and Charlotte was watching.

Charlotte:  Mom, is that goose tape?

Me:  What?

Charlotte:  Goose tape.  Is that goose tape, mom?

Me:  Oh, do you mean duct tape?

Charlotte:  No, I mean goose tape.

Me:  Well, this is actually called packing tape.  The grey tape is called duct tape.  I don't know what goose tape is.

Charlotte:  Why don't they call it goose tape?

Me:  I'm not sure sweetie.

Duct, duct, goose... tape?