Yesterday I was getting ready to take Tyler to his ENT follow up appointment. He was freaking out, wanting to leave, as Sissy had already gone to school and he does NOT like when he doesn't go with her. (They are attached at the hip) So as I was packing the diaper bag and getting his juice ready, I gave him my keys to play with. Literally TWO minutes later, I go to walk out the door and can't find my keys. I keep asking him, "Tyler, where's Mommy's keys?" He responds, "Keys? Keys?" and shrugs his shoulders and lifts his hands with his palms up. After 5 minutes of going crazy running around the house, I give up and take Shawn's spare set of keys.
I arrived home several hours later, and as I'm sitting at the desk and Shawn is out in the kitchen making his lunch, he yells, "Hon, I found your keys." and brings them into the office. "Oh my goodness, where were they?" I ask. "Feel them" he says. They were cold! Tyler had put them in the refrigerator! What a stinker!
Pi Day
13 years ago











