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If you had been in Tumalo State Park one morning this week, you just might have overheard the following conversation.

Cole: I don’t know why we have to wander around looking for the keys. I didn’t lose them. Why did Mom give her keys to Simon anyway?

Mary Polly: I don’t know. Ben! Where did you and Simon go this morning with the keys!?!

Ben: (doing his imitation of a deaf mute)

Cole: Well, I think it was very irresponsible of Mom to let Simon play with her keys. She should be the one looking for them. It’s her fault they are lost.

Mary Polly: Simon what did you do with Mom’s keys!!

Simon: keys!

Mary Polly: Yes, Simon, KEYS, where are Mama’s keys?

Cole: Now we can’t go to Barnes and Noble and it’s all Mom’ fault!

Mary Polly: MOOOOOOOOOM! Cole is saying that you are irresponsible for giving Simon your keys and he’s not helping us look for them!!!!

Me: Sadly he is right, but it is quite rude of him to point it out.

More wandering around the campground looking.

More comments about whose fault it is that Simon took the keys out of our campsite this morning.

Ben: Should we call dad?

Me: Of course we should NOT call dad and tell him that I gave the keys to Simon and now they are lost.

I’m sure I only meant to give Simon the keys for a second when he asked for them early this morning. “KEYS KEYS KEYS!” But then something distracted me and he wandered off with Ben. Maybe it was the spilled laundry soap. Or the kettle boiling for coffee. Or those pesky chipmunks who have to be chased away from our breakfast. Who knows? Of course I KNOW I shouldn’t have given Simon the keys. But I think I am just getting my just desserts for something I might have said to my friend Natalie when I opened her silverware drawer one day and all her spoons were gone because she let her little one dig in the backyard with them. Of course, she didn’t HAND her daughter the spoons, but distractions prevailed and the spoons disappeared one by one, kind of like my keys.

Happily, I remembered finally that Mother brought an extra set of van keys, so we finally loaded up and left. We spent the morning in Barnes and Noble, ate our picnic lunch in a park and then spent the afternoon at the Bend Public Library. We love that place.

When we returned to camp hours later, Ben miraculously retrieved my keys from the camp lost and found. Friends, if you are doubting whether or not someOne is looking out for us on this trip, well, let me put your doubts to rest.