If I mixed all of these things together in my magic blender, I could pour myself a big, tall glass of the worst afternoon ever.
I pick Big E up from school around 2:20. We then head straight to the school playground for 1-2.5 hours, depending on how much sugar the Yoys have ingested during the day.
Yesterday, day my car/house keys went missing during our playground adventure.
Big E snuck them from my bag and then handed them off to Little E, which is the equivalent of throwing them into outer space. He is a black hole.
I interrogated Big E, but for a kid that can remember the graphic details of when he fell off a train car in 2011, he had complete amnesia in regards to my keys he had stolen an hour before.
Bless their hearts, Big E's school mates helped me look for hours. To them it was just another "treasure" hunt. To me, it was my ride home.
I explained in detail what the keychain looked l…