The Last Place You Look…

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Last night we were frantically searching for my keys — we were heading for the same destination in one car, but I wanted my own set of keys with me.  Usually my keys are on one of the hallway tables as I often am loaded down with ten million kid-related bags when walking through the front door, so I sort of toss the keys as I walk in, so my hands are free to drop bags and wrestle kids into the appropriate places (bathroom, bedroom, whatever).  When I didn’t see them in the usual places, I asked JavaDad to help me expand the search, and he headed off to the kitchen to look.  We looked high and low — looked by my computer, looked in toy bins in case a certain 2.5-year-old had gotten ahold of them — we looked ALL OVER.

We never found them and I had sort of forgotten about it until this morning when I needed to take the kids to school and JavaDad and I once again began the frantic search.  We moved furniture, we searched coat and pants pockets, asked the children to help look, it was getting desperate.  Finally, I asked if JavaDad would just give me his set of keys to my car from his key ring and I headed over to the key ring hooks… the ones in the KITCHEN… to get our spare house key. 

Where my keys were.  Hanging up.  Like they should’ve been.

Yeah.  I thought JavaDad had checked there last night when he headed to the kitchen.  He said he never thought to check there.

As my mother says, you always find things the last place you look!  ; )

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  1. Funny story :)

    We had a key-loss incident a couple of years ago where my keys were gone for weeks. Friends kept telling me to blame my 15mo old son, but I *knew* it must be my fault because I’m constantly misplacing things. Finally I scheduled an appointment @ the dealership to get new keys (talk about potentially expensive) and… guess what… I found my keys in a bucket my son liked to play with in our basement.

    It was his fault all along, but I was delighted to recover those keys and cancel the appointment to get new ones made.

  2. I was petsitting for my best friend when JavaBoy was just about that same age and he managed to nab my keys and next thing I knew, they were just GONE. I could not find them anywhere. Which meant I was stranded at my friend’s house with my son — couldn’t drive home, couldn’t go home — couldn’t go anywhere without our keys. I frantically called JavaDad at work because JavaBoy was going to need to be fed and changed eventually and I had no way home.

    In one of his most brilliant moves, JavaDad gave Java Boy his keys, and watched what he did with them. JavaBoy proceeded to take the second set of keys and drop them down our friend’s son’s basketball toy, where apparently the original set of keys were lodged (no WONDER I couldn’t find those keys!!!) and that is how we found them! To this day I think that is the most brilliant way to find out where a toddler hides something — give him something just like it and watch what happens!

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