My jean jacket has been missing for a good month now and it's been driving me crazy. Since it is nowhere in the house or the car or my classroom, I figured I must have had a Jason-like moment and left it somewhere. Very annoying. I was going to have to buy a new jean jacket.
This afternoon, medium man was on a hunt for a missing airplane. After hunting under his bed, behind the toy bins, and in every nook and cranny, I suggested he look in the suitcase closet in the basement. There was a playmate when he and Zachy had dumped a bunch of toys in there. Flashlight in hand, he literally dove in among the suitcases and began uncovered a plastic chicken drumstick, a play pot, and a few of Lightening McQueen's friends. Then, I spotted a jacket of Wylie's. What was that doing in there? And another item that had lived on the coat hooks until a few weeks back! And, eventually, Finn uncovered my jean jacket, buried among the suitcases.
He explained that he and a friend, Melina, had put our coats there when they were playing garbage truck. Oh, well that makes sense. He didn't find his airplane, but seemed to forget about as he discovered buried treasure in the closet.
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