Nate helped me unload the dishwasher before work this morning. He very carefully took out the small plastic valves for his zippy cup and put them first into a later plastic container and then put the whole hint into a cabinet.
He got a special sticker for helping me out and he was VERY pleased with himself.
He then went on to entertain himself with his shoes and sunglasses while I loaded the dirty dishes and started the dishwasher. It came to be time to leave and I could not find my car key. It is a little brick of a key with a metal key that comes out like a switchblade and a couple buttons for remote entry. I have had it for ten years and it has been dropped a lot. It is held together by scotch tape. At one point I asked the dealer for a new key. "Sure," they said. "for a mere $300." I declined.
So, back to this morning and the missing key.
After hunting for a few minutes I said, "Hey, does anyone know where my car key is?"
"Oh!" exclaimed Nate, sprinting toward the kitchen. He stopped next to the dishwasher. "It's in there."
And it was, nestled into the silverware holder between two spoons.
Squeaky clean and thankfully still functional.
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