Key

Sam is obsessed with keys lately, "locking" and "unlocking" anything that a key might possibly fit into- screw holes, gaps in furniture, toys, etc.  So he tends to raid the drawer where all the old and loose keys are, and we generally let him wander around with them (we're picking our battles right now).  Yesterday he was hanging onto the key to Chris's bike lock when we had to go on an errand, so to avoid a temper tantrum I let him take it.  We made it around Whole Foods and back incident free.  It wasn't until I was making my coffee this morning when Sam asked Chris for his keys and Chris responded, when something clicked and I froze.  Oops.

Today Sam and I had to go back to Whole Foods where I sheepishly asked if they had located a single bike lock key.  Oddly they had.  They were rather surprised that we had realized we had lost it.  It's safely back in the key drawer, at least until Sam finds it again.