Keys

Feeling very stressed and a bit cranky, I was rushing the kids to get into the car so we wouldn't be late for Donny's dentist appointment.  I made the mistake of letting the kids take a quick dip in the pool after camp to cool off.  Abigail loves the dentist and wanted me to do her hair.  I tried to explain that because of the quick dip there wasn't enough time to style her locks.  Meanwhile, I am doing my best to encourage Donny to floss and brush.  Angry with me, Abigail announced she was getting in the car and off she went.  It was only about 100 degrees outside so now I am in a panic  trying to move Donny along.  I get him out the door and go to grab my keys, gone.  I can't find them anywhere.  The harder I look the angrier I get and am ready to explode.  Abigail walks back into the house and I am yelling at this point, "I can't find my keys!  Where are my keys?"  And with a very smug look and her arms crossed on her chest, my sweet little angel says with attitude, "I know.  I hid them.  You wouldn't do my hair. They are in Daddy's sneaker"  I have said it before, I am in so much trouble!