Some little guy that lives here found my keys to be a delightful toy yesterday afternoon. Yay. Fun. Great. Now they are missing. Since then. Jason took a precursory look last night and nada. One keyed up momma ransacked the bedroom of said child this morning and nothing.
Crap. And the children, who I gave birth to, won't help hunt for them. Even after offering money, still no help.
Found 'em. They were way back under the love seat and I found them with a flashlight.