It turns out we have an itinerary for travel, but haven’t actually been issued tickets yet. Today Josh called me and said he has to pick up our passports and turn them in so they can scan our identifying information and our visas in order to physically get the tickets. He asked if I could get them together for him and I replied:
What do you mean? You have them, right?
No, they weren’t in the drawer yesterday so I thought you put them somewhere.
Noooo, I looked in the drawer yesterday and when they weren’t there I thought, “Wow, Josh is so organized, he already collected our passports for the trip.”
I don’t have them.
I don’t have them. Why would I take them out of the drawer?!
Well I didn’t put them anywhere. I bet Camille took them.
Well that was at least 2 days ago. Where could they be?
Hold on. I’m on my way home now.
I had visions of cancelled vacations and a strangled toddler because not only did she take our official passports, but our tourist passports (and our expired diplomatic passports). Vanished. Gone. The last time she took something (the keys to the refrigerator) and I asked her where they were she looked inside the waistband of her pants and then lifted her hands in the air and said, “I don’t know!” It sounds adorable. It wasn’t at the time.
