"It's not here!" he wailed. He was certain one of us had moved it.
"Maybe your mom1 borrowed it," I offered.
"It was in my room. And now it's not!"
"Oh," I said. "In that case... did you check to see if it got stuck between your bed and the wall?"
He retrieved the missing dvd with a flourish. "Yeah, well... WHATEVER!" he said, stifling a grin.
"You're welcome, dear."
Mom Magic. Whatever would we do without it?
1. Meaning his biological mom, not myself, his stepmom. Though re-reading it, it would be pretty funny if I HAD meant me, borrowed it, and put it there. (I didn't.)
X. Hm. I wonder what ELSE might be hiding in the Crevice of DOOOOM! ...has anybody seen the cats?