Where’d My Cars Go?

Lincoln was playing with his cars in the living room, while I was busy dusting under the piano.

“Mama? Where’d my cars go?” he asked with his hands in the air and his eyes wide.

“I have no idea,” I sighed still dusting.

“Mama! Where’d my cars go?” he asked loudly. I then began walking around the room peaking behind the furniture to find the mysteriously lost cars. They didn’t seem to be anywhere.

“I find them! I find them!” he screamed excitedly.

I turned to find him digging them out of his pajamas.

His new favorite place to hide things is in his pants or pajamas. It reminds me of Tommy off of the T.V show “The Rugrats”.