When I was home at Christmas I lost the valet key to my car. I'd brought it along just in case (I've been known to lose keys)
I had given the key to my dad when he insisted on filling up my tank (gas is sooper cheap in Iowa so I didn't argue too much) and I remember seeing it on the kitchen counter the day before I left.
The morning I was set to leave, however, I couldn't find it anywhere. We all looked for about 10 minutes and then I shrugged, figuring it was in one of my bags or something and that it would turn up later.
Well it did turn up later. Much later.
Today, in fact.
The E-man, who is 4 years old (nearly 5) is at my parents' house today. Apparently, he came running up to my mother about an hour ago, holding out my key in his chubby little fist.
EMan: Nama! Look what I found in the Pool!
(Note: by "Pool" he means pool table in the basement)
Now, you can NOT tell me that my dad or I "accidentally" dropped that key into the pool table pocket.
He's hella cute, though.