at the end of the day? DH thinks I am nuts crawling round, looking under furniture, muttering 'I know there's another fireman somewhere...'
He just sweeps everything under the sideboard, ready to be thrown around the room tomorrow.
At the moment we are missing:
two fridge magnets in the shape of cupcakes
a horse from his happyland farm
a rattly ball from his elephant game
a drumstick
DS is only 16 months; he hasn't even started on lego or jigsaws. I'm going to drive myself insane, aren't I?
(but I can't help hoping all these missing bits are in a secret hidey hole I've not discovered yet...)