There are two things I am constantly looking for.
(Not the fountain of youth, or the answer to mysteries of life.)
Henry the frog, and the remote control.
Tonight I looked for the remote for at LEAST 30 minutes - forcing me to pick up the toys and crap littering the floor - and do you know where I found it?
In my bathtub.
The one great thing about kids being immobile would be that I would never find a remote control in my bathtub.
(Other things that are also always lost: Leighton's shoes. My cell phone. Matching socks for both kids. Eva's pacifier. Wipes. My mind.)