Son argued admirably that he HAD put the keys RIGHT BACK ON THE COUNTER. He said he was 99% sure.
Call dad at work and ask him if he grabbed two sets of keys by accident.
No one grabs two sets of keys and does not notice.
Just call and ask.
So I called and husband says, no of course not.
That’s about when I wrote yesterday’s post.
Husband called a couple of hours later to ask if we had found the keys.
Nope. I was deciding between a locksmith and a nap.
Husband said don’t call a locksmith yet. He’ll go check.
Husband called back and said yes indeed. He has no idea how THAT HAPPENED, but he does have the truck keys.
Although I am thrilled to have the keys back and our fortress uncompromised, I am not so thrilled by the idea that now every time the gangly teenage boy loses something (which is often) he will say something along the lines of,
I bet someone took it. Remember the time dad took two sets of keys to work?
I rather liked flurrious’ comment yesterday “the only good thing about living with a teen is when you can make them stomp around and say, you are so UNFAIR!"
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I've got an idea.
Leave your gangly son's keys on the table along with your husband's keys and the spare keys.
See if your husband takes all three sets. If he does, increment the number of keys on the table by one each day...
Well, I can't say much on this because a couple of weeks ago I could not find my keys and realized my purse had been in the back seat and then we picked up my daughter and so. I thought "Hmmm...think they may have fallen out?". Yep, and my husband was at work about 1/2 hour away. He had to drive them home to me. Do you think I will EVER live that down? I think not.
I have the only mailbox key.
My jump drive is on my key chain.
My jump drive is alternately plugged in between the two computers in my office all day, nearly every day.
Guess how often we don't get the mail.
As odd as it may sound, Beloved is quite tolerant of this; apparently his ex lost her keys on a regular basis (I know where mine ARE, they're just not on my person). She would find them in places like the freezer and a saltines box.
LOL to that last line. And yeah, I have no idea how your husband could have taken two sets of keys without noticing. Unless he's just got that many keys that a couple more don't make a difference... Come to think of it, my boyfriend's keychain is that bulky. Is it a guy thing??
Glad you found 'em, though!
I'd hide all the keys and watch the fun.
Feel better soon!
Yep, you are never going to hear the end of it now! And I am thinking the nap over locksmith anyday! :)
Now you need to stage something missing so he can say, "I bet someone took it - remember when Dad took both sets of keys and NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE ME THAT I DIDN'T LOSE THEM?" but you just hide the item in his room. Then you can say HA! It was in YOUR ROOM/PANTS/PILLOWCASE! Then, when he says statement #1 when something is missing, you can say, BUT remember when you SWORE it was taken and it was in you pants? Then he will stomp around and say you're SO UNFAIR and you can laugh and tell us all about it and adn we'll laugh too. In a loving way, of course.
Oh, ARGH! This stuff drives me crazy...and it seems to happen around here, well, pretty much every day.
And we're not even in the teenage zone yet.
A nap sounds divine, now that you mention it.
:^) Anna
I'm thinking next time, hide them in his jeans pocket and "find" them there. Save you a whole lotta "remember when..." in the future.
Feel better! Em
Too funny. I did that last week. Called the husband and come to find out I had them in my jacket pocket the whole time. OOPS...
I am having a Round Robin on Friday it you want to come by. I posted about this event today.
I've left mine in the front door numerous times. I never did that in the big city, but here in the country? At least three times. Maybe more.
My mother used to take our keys by accident when I was younger. I fixed the problem by making her a key chain that was bigger than her head. Yep! No more confusion.
I'm glad your security wasn't at risk. Now go get some rest! On the double.
Too funny! Yeah Its gonna be a long time before he lives that one down! : )
Holy oh my! This happened to us just today. Husband got about 17 miles down the road before I phoned him, asked him to check his pants pocket for my car keys. Um, yeah. There I sat, stuck at home with two kids, no car keys and a work meeting in less than 30 minutes.
What a BUMMER! It so sucks when you give the teens ammunition to use later!!! Trust me, I know of what I speak!
Ha. I wish you were feeling better.
My child lost a house key last week (in the house). When I encouraged him to find it by mentioning that he would lose cell phone privileges until key was found, he stomped around for an hour saying that he couldn't find the key (in my 1000 sq ft house) and that I was SO UNFAIR.
This is what we in the clinical world call the Not Fair Temper Tantrum.
I want to know when I get to throw one.
Can you get the kid to say "you're so unfair" on cue? Impressive, most impressive!
Sometimes we (moms) are unfair...
It's part of the job description to be "unfair" and "no fun". ;)
Now, doesn't that just piss you off.
Eek, the "I told you so" potential is just waiting for someone to capitalize on it.
To the boy's credit, I've taken both sets of keys before too. Shame shame.
Oh my gosh, you are SO RIGHT about hearing about this incident forever. I am still hearing about things that happened in 1992, for pete's sake!
Husband and I were certain that someone had left the keys in the front door. We both were convinced that we saw them there.
Then we were paranoid thinking someone took them.
But it turned out to be a mutual hallucination.
Oh dear Lord. So you're telling me that it's not gonna get any better anytime soon with my 12 year old?
Oh dear Lord.
mo.stoneskin's comment is cracking me up. I think you should also shorten your husband's pants a little bit every day so he thinks he's getting taller.
I must admit my teenage daughter is rather good with keys. I'm the one who never seems to put them in the same spot twice.
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