So I thought my son, Minidozer had snatched my pocket knife off my pocket earlier when I saw it on the stove. Ladydozer told me he came in the kitchen just lookin extra proud of himself earlier cuz he likes to be a little pick pocket. I clipped it back on the outside of my pocket and went about my day. I heard some more clicking from my pocket once or twice and dismissed it.
Fast forward to him being a tired boy and screaming into my shorts until he gaged on some snot and regrettably vomited on them. Just put those shorts on this morning btw. So as I’m taking stuff out of my pockets, I’m met with the stunning image of two knives on the table. The silver one is the knife Ladydozer got me for our ten year anniversary which I lost sometime last summer. Great thing to find out after getting puked on. 🙂