Keys anyone?

I know I'm marathon posting and y'all might actually get sick of it, but there have been some stories over these last couple of weeks that have to be told :). Our youngest, Molly, has a fascination with food and keys. She is relatively calm and entertains herself, but if it involves taking keys or food away a HUGE meltdown of epic proportions ensues. There is no calming her down. Last week my big set of keys went missing. I immediately knew little hands had taken off with them and wrongly assumed they would be easy to find. Out of necessity I grabbed my extra set and resumed life as always. However, out of precaution I didn't put the trash out....just in case. This was Friday. Over the weekend we looked and looked and, well, you get the idea. No success. Monday morning rolled around and we were hurriedly getting dressed as usual. I left Mary Ella in the mud room tieing her shoes and went to put the two younger ones in the car. I heard Mary Ella say, "Wait!" and she slammed the door. My heart began to race and I looked at Addy and said, "please, tell me Mary Ella is not in the garage?" Addy, hesitantly shook her head, "yes" knowing with the look on my face that this couldn't be good. We were locked out. My keys and cell phone inside the house. No extra key outside b/c I had just taken it up while Scott was out of town. It was 7:48 and the bell rang at Mary Ella's school at 8am....not good. I sat there for a minute wondering what on Earth I was going to do and then a thought....I grabbed Mary Ella's back pack and walked all three of the kiddos down to our friend's house, the Phillips. Erin opened the door and thankfully she let me take her car while the other two kiddos stayed at her house. We got there as the bell rang and I returned to their house where I found my other two playing happily inside. Monday just happens to be the day Erin stays home, she is a physician at the same clinic as Scott, and Chris, her husband had not gone to work yet. Thankfully, he took me up to the hospital to get Scott's keys as Erin continued to watch the two youngsters. I finally got everything settled and was more determined than ever to solve the key mystery. I decided I needed to search the outside trash and they were in the first bag I looked in. Molly must have thrown them in there during one of my (many) distracted moments. So two things to be thankful for:

1. The Phillips who totally saved me
2. The fact that I had the forethought to not put the trash out last Friday