The Case of the Missing Keys

It was time for school. Mom was in the car. The baby was in the car. I was in the car. Dad was not in the car.

He came out of the house. His face was all red. “Have you seen the car keys?”

I shook my head. Mom shook her head. The baby shook his head.

“Have you seen the car keys?” Dad asked again.

Mom got out of the car. I got out of the car. I took the baby out of his car seat.

“We will help you look for the keys,” said Mom. “I am sure one of us will find them in the house.”

I looked in the bathroom and under Dad’s bed. Mom looked in the pockets of his pants and on his desk.

The baby went right to his bed. He picked up his blanket, and he picked up his pillow. He picked up Dad’s keys.

“Dad!” I yelled. “The baby had the keys under his pillow!”

“Thanks, son, for your help! Now, let’s race to the car so you are not late for school!”