Sam is starting to assert his independence. Like having temper tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants. We're really not looking forward to the Terrible Twos. Chris and I have decided to pick our battles and try not to give into every whim and desire, but decide what we are willing to deal with. One thing we have been pretty lax on is letting Sam play with car keys. This can backfire, particularly because we only have one set for Chris's truck, which he bought used. Since we are both also pretty disorganized, it's hard to know whether to attribute missing keys to us misplacing them, or to Sam playing with them.
Often, when we go to leave the house, the conversation with each other (or Sam), goes something like this, "Have you seen my keys?"
"Did you check the hall table?" (where they are supposed to be)
"Yep."
"Was Sam playing with them?"
"Crap."
Typically we check in no particular order, the front door, back door, Keurig drawer, Dora the Explorer ride-on toy, surfaces (counters, tables), under the couch, behind pillows, the block bin, front stairs, and recipe book shelf.
Today Chris's keys were in the Dora the Explorer ride on toy. I haven't checked for mine yet.
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