We spent an hour and a half looking for Alan’s car keys yesterday morning.
As busy parents to two small kids, we are severely impaired when it comes to the Organisation Department.
We don’t have a key hook at the front door and are in and out to the car, garden, house, upstairs, downstairs, kitchen, shops all the time so when they went missing, I was pretty sure that Alan could quite easily have left them inside the car itself.
Extensive searches (me) and much pulling of hair (him), followed by much stressing that we were going to miss our eldest’s music school show later – we eventually conceded to digging out the spare.
I vaguely asked the kids if they had seen them, not really thinking that they might have them at all – sure hadn’t we been with them all morning, having brekkie and making Transformer figures out of Play-doh?
They casually shrugged their shoulders and said No, they hadn’t seen them and they had no idea where they were.
We made the grave mistake of believing the innocent-looking four and two-year-olds.
Later on in the day, just before getting the kids ready for bed, Alan remembered that the keys were still missing and called to me that we had better find them.
‘Don’t worry, dadda!’ Jacob chirped up. ‘I was minding them for you!’
We stared, mouths agog, as he popped into his playroom and retrieved the missing set of keys from inside his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle hangout.
The little magpie.
These are the other places we have found missing keys in the past:
- Inside a circus tent
- Inside a treasure chest
- In the dog’s bed
- Inside the seat of a Minnie Mouse ride-on
- In the front door (in fairness, that was actually our fault)
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