Where Did Daddy's Keys Go?

My husband, Bouchet is a construction worker. Which means that he has to commute to work every day. He can be commuting anywhere from half an hour one way to a couple of hours one way. Lately he has been working a couple of hours away. So what the company does, is put him up in a hotel during the week, and he comes home on weekends (saves us a ton of money in gas and bridge toll).

So he comes home last Thursday night (Friday was a holiday) and puts his keys on my dresser. But wait, not only does he put his keys on the dresser, he puts the keys to the car he borrowed for the week from our friend Robert* on the dresser also. Kai and I had been laying in my bed because I wasn't feeling well and the big boys were in the playroom watching a movie.

So he comes in and lays down on the bed next to me, and we end up just hanging out in the room for a while, catching up on how our weeks went. While we are sitting there, Makai is running in and out, playing and stuff. No big deal. Right? Wrong!

At around 11:30 that night, hubby tells me that he is going to go outside and lock up Roberts car, and roll the back window up on my SUV. He goes in the room, comes back out and asks me if I'd seen the keys because he remembers putting them on the dresser before he showered, so he wouldn't loose them.

We go in the room and start looking for the keys. No luck. We search all over the house for the keys. No luck. By this time we are starting to panic because the key to Robert's car wasn't on hubby's key ring, it was just sitting next to them on the dresser. By itself. One little key, lost in a 1700 square foot house.

Well, one of Makai's favorite things to do is to take any keys he finds laying around, and "start" his bike with them. And yes, he had been riding his bike.

We search the house again, and can't find the keys anywhere. So I suggest that we wake Makai up and ask him if he'd seen the keys.

So we wake up Kai and he tells us that Daddy's keys are in the garbage. I think that may still be dreaming and ask him again where daddy's key are. And again he tells us that they are in the garbage. Now, the week before, Hubby had taken the garbage can outside to clean it and never brought it back in, so I had just been using one of those big, black 30 gallon trash bags for the garbage.

And it was full.

Hubby starts poking through the trash and finds his keys, but not the key to the car he borrowed. By this time I am starting to panic. I'm pretty sure that the key to Robert's car is chipped, and that means that we can't just have a locksmith come out to the house and make another key, we have to go to the dealer, and get another key for the car. And that means money. And we are currently out of money because I had just picked my SUV up at the dealer that morning and had to pay them $700.

We now what we need to do next, but neither of us really want to do it. We go into the kitchen an dump the 30 gallon trash bag onto the floor and proceed to go through it, piece by piece. 10 minutes later, all the trash has been gone through, there is coffee grinds all over the floor, but still no key.

We wake Kai up, show him a single black key (like Robert's) and ask him where he put the key. "Oh" he replies, "I put it on Daddy's car". Now we are really confused. I ask hubby if there is any way that Kai could have gotten outside without us knowing (scary thought). Turns out, Bubba had taken the dog out to go to the bathroom, and Kai had went outside with him.

Hubby goes out the front door, and what does he find? Robert's key, just sitting there on the porch.

Lesson learned. No more letting Makai play with our keys. And no more leaving them where he can reach them.

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* name has been changed to respect the privacy of our friend.