My keys have been MIA for a few weeks now. Luckily, my car keys are kept on a separate ring than my mess of keys to every other house in my family, so I've been able to drive. I've also had my husband around to unlock the house for me when need be (how chivalrous), but he's not here tonight so naturally, AFTER leaving the house this evening and locking the front door, I then questioned how I was to get back into the house. "Hello? Chopper? You in there? If you unlock the door, I'll let you eat the whole box of milk bones!" That wasn't going to work. Hmmm...
I thought I had left my keys over at my mom's house since after tearing my own house apart, they were still missing (probably with my cheese grater). I checked her house this evening, also to no avail, but thank goodness my brother dug out a spare that was kept in a crumpled up sandwich bag, just in case. I was able to return home without breaking a window or teaching the dog to turn handles through said window, but I got to thinking...could little hands have scooped those keys which are always kept in my giant, over-stuffed diaper bag and taken them for a little imaginative play? It's a great possibility since after foraging through the playroom in hopes of finding them I found a bottle of baby lotion, two combs, and a pair of my flip flops.
Me: Alexis, you know Mommy's big keys? With the big flip flop [key chain] on them?
Alexis: Uh huh!
Me: Do you know where they are???
Alexis: Ummm, yea! In my basket! I needed to keep them safe. They are safe, in my basket.
(Hallelujah! Don't even act upset she took them. This is like a criminal interrogation, I have to remain in friend territory to get the answers I want. No need to be upset now, we might just be finding the keys and if she thinks she's in trouble, she'll fib and say she hasn't seen them)
Me: Oh? Okay, great. So...when we get home I need you to be a BIG helper and go RESCUE those keys for me okay?
Alexis: Okay, I can rescue them! From my basket...
Me: Okay, as soon as we get home then.
Alexis: ...but, Mommy? You don't have keys, you can't unlock the door! I can't go rescue them if we can't get in because you can't unlock the door becauseyoulostyourbigkeyswiththeflipfloponthem!
Me: Yea, Uncle Kevin gave me a key. We can get in, and you can rescue Mommy's keys.
Alexis: Weeeeell...I can't because...I was just telling a story. That was a story about the keys in the basket. They're probably in the basket DOWN STAIRS Mommy. The basket by the phone.
Me: No, they're not. I've looked there. You don't know where they are?
Alexis: Yea! In the playroom!
Me: Okay, go get them from the playroom when we get home then.
Alexis: I can't! I was just telling a story again. Just like a story about they keys in the basket! 1 story...2 stories...now it's bedtime!!!
[...Still speechless...and keyless...]