Have you seen my keys?

Those of you that know me, know that I am a bit annoying about everything needing a place in this t.i.n.y. house! Max is constantly complaining that I put things away WAY before he is done using them.  In fact, it is one of Max's major complaints about me (true story...we got in a small spat on Saturday morning about why I MUST put the spoon in the dishwasher immediately, even if I know he is going to use it to for his second helping of coffee)!
But I digress...

The point is, I could not find my Jeep keys when I needed to run an errand on Saturday morning.  I checked all of the usual spots.  Nothing! I immediately knew.  Chance has had a fascination with keys lately.  He loves to unzip my purse and hold the keys up like a treasure.  He ususally walks straight to the door and tries to fit each key into the hole, smiling back at me between each try.  Up until now, I had seen this as a harmless little game. 
But now...my keys are gone...they did not make their way back to my purse and I can not find them anywhere. 

Max laughed at me at first.  He said, "there is nothing in this house that you can't find in 3 minutes flat"....I tried to use this as encouragement.  I looked for 3 minutes...and then 3 days more!
The good news is that my house is sparkling and ready for visitors.  The bad news is that I have turned over every basket and searched the toe of every ski boot...no keys!

We have some theories:
1. Chance may have thrown them in the trash and my car keys now live happily in the community dumpster, which I refuse to search. 
2. Flush
3. They will turn up when we least expect them...
4. All good car keys go to heaven?

Unfortunately, I needed to use my car before I could find out which theory was truth,

and so begins the series of unfortunate events....

1. Call roadside assistance on a Sunday to get a locksmith to find out if the spare key is in the console.
2. The locksmith arrives to bust into the jeep and sets off the burglar alarm...alarming the entire neighborhood for several minutes before Max cuts off the power to the battery disabling the alarm.
3. Discoving that the spare key is not in the console! Max believes that he may have tied it to his shoe for a run club, at some point, but he can not recall where it is now.
4. Shuffling car seats between the Jeep, the Honda, and the Rover becasue it is now utterly apparent that we can not drive the Jeep without a key, and we have to report to work in the morning.
5. Calling the Jeep dealer to find out how to get a key made?
6. Calling a tow truck to meet me at the house, so that our vehicle can be towed to the Jeep dealer.
7.  Meet said tow truck to verify my identity (reassuring to know that you can't just call a tow to any vehichle sitting on the street...I guess).
8.  Explaining this whole story to the poor parts guy at Jeep who agrees to cut me a remote key and throw in the valet spare for good measure. 
9.  After $246.32 the Jeep is running again and has a key to spare!

I guess this is just a funny story to laugh about and an unexpected joy of raising a curious adorable child.  You can bet that I won't be keeping my keys or my purse within  reaching distance of Chance again anytime soon though!