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!"