Last night I was looking for my watch (again)--the first time I found it in the ironing board cupboard (?). This time it was in a more predictable place, my suitcase. Then I was looking for the phone (under one of the pillows on the bed). As I was looking, Ada sweetly said, "You lost your watch again?" Then Ezra, with characteristic sensitivity assured me, "We loose things a lot in this house." Sweet, sweet kids.