"Park"

We have a very routine oriented child.  He likes to have everything in order in the morning.
We usually get Sam changed and dressed & he has a bottle, I take a shower, and get dressed.  ("Samuel dress.  Mama show-a, mama dress.")
On the weekends our routine is usually to get up and out, get me a coffee and go to a playground, which Sam calls the "park."  Yesterday I got him dressed and was starting laundry, we were going out to breakfast with friends.  Sam, out of his routine, came to direct me, "Mama, show-a!  Mama dwess!"  When I was organized and got a few things done around the house, I got dressed.  Sam appeared with the car keys.
"Mama keys, park!"

Dump Truck

At the playground Sam is obsessed with this dump truck.  I take him there so that he can use the structures, slides, and swings that we don't have at home, but he will literally run around with the dump  truck for up to an hour if I don't intervene.  Yesterday he decided that he could ride on it, instead of pushing it or filling it with sand.  However, to ride it, he needed my keys so that he could "turn it on."  So he tried to ride around like this, with my keys in the cab.

Unlocking

Mama's Keys

Our day ended with me chasing a naked Sam with a dirty diaper in one hand, wipes in the other, (I was trying to get him into the bath until I discovered the stinky diaper), yelling, "no, no Sam!  Mama's keys cannot go in the bath!"  He is faster than I am and made it from the dining room to the bathtub before I could figure out what to do with the soiled wipes and diaper while chasing him.  Luckily car clickers apparently now have a seal that allows them to still work after submerged in water by a toddler.
"Mama.  Keys. Bath!  No?"

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.

Storing Important Things

"Just in case you're looking for anything important, Mummy."