As our departure approaches we have our checklist:
clothes- check
underclothes- check
snacks- check
passports-?????
Chris - Where are the keys to our passports?
Michelle - What do you mean where are the keys? They should be in their usual spot.
BUT THEY WERE NOT!
After questioning the usual suspects. They plead absolutely not guilty. They had not seen, touched, or even dreamed about them.
After a sincere prayer, Chris and I began to tear the house apart room by room with no sign of them. A certain son was questioned again a bit more clearly about what the keys looked like and what the ramifications of not finding them were. It meant No Grandmas, No Grandpas, No Parks, No Friends, No Alaskan Adventures.
His response..."Oh...those keys. I put them in my night stand drawer."
But they weren't there. So we dumped every toy bin, cleaned out every drawer and then.....
clothes- check
underclothes- check
snacks- check
passports-?????
Chris - Where are the keys to our passports?
Michelle - What do you mean where are the keys? They should be in their usual spot.
BUT THEY WERE NOT!
After questioning the usual suspects. They plead absolutely not guilty. They had not seen, touched, or even dreamed about them.
After a sincere prayer, Chris and I began to tear the house apart room by room with no sign of them. A certain son was questioned again a bit more clearly about what the keys looked like and what the ramifications of not finding them were. It meant No Grandmas, No Grandpas, No Parks, No Friends, No Alaskan Adventures.
His response..."Oh...those keys. I put them in my night stand drawer."
But they weren't there. So we dumped every toy bin, cleaned out every drawer and then.....
Way, WAY, WAY back in the corner of the room under a stored comforter under a bed were the KEYS to our family's summer time happiness.
Mr. Mischief had struck again!
After a prayer of thanks all was forgiven. But it took Chris' adrenaline several hours to return to normal.
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