RT has three pairs of jeans that he can wear to work.
Recently, RT realized that one of the pairs of his jeans are missing. He has searched all the drawers and his side of the closet. He went through the dirty clothes in the laundry room and checked both the washer and the dryer. He went through the clothes on the stairs (the kids clothes that need to be put away).
One day he was walking around checking behind the couches, under the cushions and pillows, behind the TV, under the dining room table, inside the pantry.
Me: What are you looking for?
RT: My jeans.
Jeans in the freezer. Seems normal, right?
RT asked both boys to check their rooms for his missing pants, taking great pains to describe them in detail. They both said they don't have them.
*a little side note: The boys probably didn't check at all. We will probably find them in Nick's room a year from now. Nick's reply will be, "They aren't mine and I didn't known who they belonged to."
I still find RT randomly looking for his pants. He has started looking around when we go to other people's houses or for walks with the dogs. Like his pants decided they needed to get out more.
Me: Have you found your pants yet?
RT: I have a feeling that Jimmy Hoffa is holding hands and walking on the beach with Stacy Peterson and he's probably wearing my pants!
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