This morning as Grant was hunting around the house for his Kindle I told Pursy to go tell him that he was the worst looker in world history.
This might not be an exaggeration. If the object he is looking for does not actually jump into his hand and wave, it OBVIOUSLY fell out the car door while we were driving, worked its way out the hole in his jean pocket, was taken by house elves...whatever highly unlikely scenario makes far less sense then the fact he just can't find it.
Pursy yelled up the stairs "Daddy, you are the worst hooker in world mystery!"
Also would probably be true...