Now, before my phone starts ringing off the hook with calls from grandmas, aunts and anyone else who is under the spell of Tad’s baby blues, let me just say that I adore my sweet boy. He has me wrapped around his chubby little finger in such a way that it will rip my heart out when he heads off to kindergarten. Just thinking about it tears me up even now.

But in the cute and innocent ways of any clever toddler, Tad can be “bad.” My eyeglasses are tweaked because he seems to be able to get to them, no matter how well I think I’ve hidden them; furniture, walls, window sills, and my tile floors are “decorated” with his graffiti; we’ve had to lock our trash can in the pantry because he threw away the remote to the television, which we didn’t realize until AFTER trash day came and went.

Still don’t believe me?

Well, yesterday, the kids and I visited a cool new grocery store in the area, and when it came time to load our purchases in the car, I couldn’t find my keys. I knew that I hadn’t locked them in the car. I distinctly remembered pushing the button on the remote to lock the car as we walked into the store.

I tore apart my purse, searched all of our pockets, took every purchase out of the cart, scoured every aisle of the store, had nearly every employee of the store scouring every aisle, had several other customers scouring every aisle, positioned Ariana and a clerk outside within view of the car in case someone found the keys and tried to steal my vehicle, said multiple prayers, and was on the brink of breaking down and having to try and reach BT (a nearly impossible task when he’s in church meetings) to help bail me out.

But then, as I was about to drown in the depths of despair, I heard a still small voice utter words in a language that only a mother can understand–“Ka. Ka.” (English translation = “Car. Car.”)

“What did you say?” I asked Tad.

“Ka, Ka,” he answered as he tugged at the collar of his shirt. And then the light bulb went on. I fished my hand down his onesie in a way that only a mother can, and to the relief of myself and everyone else around me, I extracted the missing keys.

I should have thought to look there sooner, as that is his trademark hiding place these days. In fact, just a few minutes ago as I was changing his diaper to put him down for a nap, I found a Polly Pocket and a few of her little clothes. And a few weeks ago, Ariana shot an amusing video of him dancing after putting dominoes down his onesie:

Never a dull moment, I tell you. Never a dull moment.