Car-Key Surprise

Whenever any set of keys to Amy's car disappear, Sherlock Amy finds irrefutable proof that Daddy must have lost them, and reiterates the imperative for Daddy to correct his error at semi-regular intervals. Most recently, I lost the car keys when I had to move the cars for the plow-guy in the last snowstorm. I have no such recollection; I remember moving her car, but somehow I don't remember losing her keys.

Tonight Amy came home and re-reiterated the fact that I've got to find those keys. Daniel disappeared. Suddenly Daniel reappeared, from upstairs, hopping up and down as is his wont, with a classic Toyota Sienna set of car-keys in his hands. Amy asked, "Where were they?"

Daniel explained, "They were in the little purse upstairs."

Amy conjectured: Oh. They must have been playing with the car keys.

This reminds me a bit of the time when Ian was a toddler, and Amy's credit card suddenly disappeared. She figured out it was probably from when she made a purchase at Home Depot, and she passed her whole wallet over the counter so they young lady could take out her drivers' license to verify the validity of the credit card. It was an unusually trusting moment, and soon thereafter, the credit card was missing. Later that week, I dutifully stopped by the maligned Home Depot to ask if anyone had turned in a missing credit card. Astonishingly, nobody had, but I didn't pass up the opportunity to issue a stern, if limited, warning to the young lady that there may be thieves among her colleagues, and they might want to stay on the look-out.

Within a week or two, one of us opened Ian's little plastic wagon in the basement to find that he had very neatly stashed a collection of Amy's plastic cards in the trunk.

In any case, after tonight's "discovery," Daniel put the disappearance of the keys into perspective: "It was a surprise."

(March 6, 2011)