And, isn't it always the case that it's my fault? Mommy, I don't know. What did you do with them? Seriously, I have enough trouble keeping track of my own stuff know I have to remember where the socks you took off of your feet went--the ones your father swore he packed in the bag so they were ready to go? Seriously?
I'm going to have to take some serious steps here. I can never get out the door on time when I have to go on a hunt through the house for missing items. You know, it's always at THE last minute too--that eleventh hour.
I just had a thought, maybe the shin guards have donned camouflage. Yep, that must be it.