No, Keaton wasn’t in trouble. Not exactly. When I got home last thursday I had changed into some shorts. That required me to remove my belt, which I put on a shelf in the exact same spot I always do. Keaton found the belt fascinating and picked it up.
“Keaton, let’s not play with that. Can you put it back for me?”
So he nods a cute little yes and I finish changing.
I wake up the next morning and…where was my belt?
I couldn’t find it anywhere!
As I finished getting ready for work after breakfast, Keaton watched an educational cartoon in the bedroom. I asked him, “Where did you put my belt.”
He looks at me, shakes his head, “No.”
Not good.
So I go to work without my belt.
(Terra actually got him to help her find it later – the little traitor…apparently he can’t help daddy…)
When Terra looks for it later, Keaton actually helps her (the little
