A short story for the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge
"No, why would I know where your keys are?" he replied.
"I had them not too long ago, where did I put them?" she says more to herself. "Can you help look for them?" she asks her son.
He gives a heavy sigh and walks into the living room. After about a few minutes he walks back into the kitchen.
"Any luck?" she asks him.
"No, and I am heading out. My friends are waiting for me at the park."
"Fine, go, I will find them eventually," she tells him.
After her son leaves, Kelly's husband eventually walks in the kitchen.
"Have you seen my keys?" she asks her husband.
"No, when did you see them last?"
"I gave them to the baby, to play with, then after that I do not remember."
"I would like to stay and help, but I have to go to the hardware store," he tells her as he goes to grab his keys. "Ok, my keys are not on the hook? Now they are gone too."
"Oh...now I remember, I gave the baby your keys. That means, mine are..." Kelly pats her left pocket. "Here they are...oops," she said.
"Then where are mine?" he asks.
Kelly had a thought, and went over to the baby. She picks him up and pats his diaper.
"Good news, I found them. Bad news, he needs changing," she tells him as she gives her husband their baby. "I am going out. Good luck," she says as she leaves.