This is how the story usually goes.
Toy is lost for days. Whining ensues about this predicament.
A week later I am trying to figure out what to make for dinner, so I go to my freezer.
...let's see, I don't want quiche...let's not do pizza...thawing ground beef for tacos would take too long....let's see what the bottom drawer offers.
Waffles? Mmmm, I'll have to have some ice cream after the kids go to bed. Chicken tenders! Bingo! That's what we'll have. ....SHARK?? Shark! "Seth! I found your shark!"
Now...how to find my package of rhinestone brads that I left on my craft table. I'm betting the pigtailed girl put them somewhere...maybe behind the juice.
I find things in the craaaaziest places!