The other day I went looking for the turkey in the fridge to make myself a sandwich. Except after searching every shelf and pulling every item out of every drawer (just in case I was looking at it and not seeing it) I didn't find it. I had just bought the turkey 2 days before and thought surely Joe hadn't finished it off already. Cue phone call to Joe at work. "Wasn't it in the fridge? In the meat drawer? I made a sandwich for lunch this morning, is the cheese in there?" "Yes, Joe, it is, but no turkey." We get off the phone and I look in the trash. Nope. Pantry? Nope.
(notice I said our minds; I have pulled several similar stunts since Grayson has been born)