Tuesday morning, I was rushing to get the kids out the door and off to school. I was volunteering for the Shrove Tuesday pancake breakfast, and needed to be there before school started. The kids had their backpacks, coats and were ready to go. I grabbed my purse, coat and went to get my keys from my coat - but they weren't there. They weren't in my purse, I checked my pants pocket from the day before and came up empty. I rushed around for a few minutes, but then knew we were going to be late so grabbed my spare.
When I got home from the school a few hours later, I looked everywhere I could think of and came up empty. I thought back to the day before, and the last time I remembered having them was when I got the mail. I headed out the mailbox (it's a community mailbox), thinking maybe I had left them in the lock - nothing. I checked our assigned box to see if someone had stuck them inside and shut it, but it was locked.
I was really in panic mode now - thinking we would need to change the locks to the front door and worrying about the car FOB as well.
The kids came home from school, and I asked them if either of them had seen my keys - and Mr. J got a sheepish grin on his face.....went to a fake tree we have in the dining room and appeared with my keys.....huge sigh of relief from me, but then a lot of questions to find out WHY he had put them in the pot.......I was NOT impressed and we had a conversation about taking things that don't belong to you and how it made me feel. The process of changing locks etc.
Have your kids ever hidden anything of yours?