A few months ago we accidently left a toy from the diaper bag at a local restaurant. We went back last week and low and behold, there on the table where the crayons and coloring books are kept was the toy. It is be no means a special toy, in fact I think it's just from a Happy Meal or something. It cheap and cheesy and I hadn't even noticed it was gone. Jon however was delighted to see his long lost treasure and was even more excited to see that his name was still on the back and everything. So we ate and Jon had a grand time catching up with his long lost pal. when go home time rolled around I was a little conflicted as to what to do with our newly reclaimed toy. It was originally Jon's, but I wasn't really sure I wanted to be seen taking a toy out that nobody saw us bring in. But it was Jon's. "JON'S MOM!" There was no leaving it behind this time. So instead of having Jon carry it out and look like we were stealing reastaurant toys I discreetly put it in my purse until we got to the truck.
However there was a new problem when we were at church the next day. Jon decided he needed to take home one of the trucks from the nursery. I went to put his coat on him and he thrust the truck into my hands and whispered (in that very loud kid-whisper) "Mom! Put it in purse! Jon have it outside!"