Houdini's Greatest Act

The hubby and I have been scouring the house since bedtime last night and wondering how Aaron's entire bedtime entourage of stuffed animals could vanish in a single day. Every. Single. One. The kid takes an army to bed and we couldn't find a single soldier.

We'd looked everywhere five times over. And I literally mean every drawer, garbage can, and freezer. I was ready to put it some alien with a serious attachment issue, because they just weren't in the house. Anywhere.

And then . . .

While just now telling Isaac a few scripture stories before bed, Jordan randomly stuck his hand under the mattress and started pulling out animals one by one.

Seriously!?! We didn't look under the mattress? I looked in the diaper pail and I didn't look under the mattress?