he can't find them. Oh what a shocker!
So he asked me for them.
"Look for them." I said.
So I watched him stand in front of the drawer. Eyes on the TV. Open the drawer. Close it again. Eyes all the time fixed on the TV. Then turn to me and say he can't find them.
So I said "try looking" so he opened one drawer again, glanced in it and when the scissors didn't leap out and cut his fingernails, again claimed they weren't anywhere.
So I said "Try actually MOVING stuff!"
At that point I gave up and I am officially taking no further interest in the matter!
FECKING MAN EYES!!!!!!! grr.