Last week Ben and I needed to switch cars. At 8:30 pm (well past the girls' bedtime) Ben called and told me it was no use. . .he had truly lost the keys to the car and I was going to have to come get him.

I loaded the tired girls into the truck and we headed downtown to pick him up.

And of course, enroute, he finds the keys.

And of course, enroute, we found ice cream on the way back to the house.

Getting them to bed was another story.

The girls are still hoping Ben will lose the keys again soon.