I distinctly remember handing Henry my keys last night after dinner. I needed to clean up the high chair and Morgan was gone. Keys were the perfect distraction.
Fast forward to today. Where are my keys?
"Henry do you know where Mama's keys are?"
{Nods yes}
"Where Lovey? Show Mama."
{Wanders around; brings me Big Bird}
"No, my keys Lovey, where are my keys?"
{Nods yes}
I finally just searched myself -- did this to my living room --
and still didn't find my keys.
Lesson learned. Don't share with toddlers. They have to be somewhere, right?
