since I shared the joys of living with David, our artist (let the reader understand) son.
So a couple days ago, his mom woke him early and mentioned that it was icy out, and he'd best start his car to let it warm up and de-ice. He did so (after trying to palm the keys off on his mother; she wisely refused and suggested he get his rear out of bed). A bit later he's not leaving on time. We wonder at that, for he'd gotten up early after all. Finally, he comes upstairs sheepfacedly and admits that he's been um, trying to find his car keys...
Tonight he comes flying in the house - he and Meaghan had something they were attending at SIUE and he realized he left his ticket at home. He searches high and low and it's not there. Then he remembers: "It's in the car." So he made the trip home to look for a ticket he had in his car the whole time. He honked and drove off.
Ah, life with David is never dull. And the fact that he MIGHT take after his father in these matters is to be entirely ignored, capiche?