...that only babyBot can access.
On Monday afternoon, I'd set his sneakers on the stepstool in the kitchen in preparation for a walk. As it turned out, he needed a nap instead, and I left the shoes there. Monday evening, I saw babyBot playing with them as I prepared dinner. Wednesday morning, they were nowhere to be found.
This perplexed me greatly over the following days. On Friday, I took him out for an exceedingly frustrating morning of shoe shopping. (He needed to have his feet measured anyway. FYI: If you're not up for either buying expensive shoes or fending off moderately aggressive salespeople, don't get your child's feet measured at Nordstrom's.) Friday evening, armed with the hard-won information of babyBot's shoe size, I found a real deal on some sandals and slip-on shoes online at
Land's End overstocks, and I ordered them this morning.
As I was washing the dishes before lunch, I turned around and saw babyBot playing with the missing sneakers in the middle of the kitchen floor. I have no idea where he retrieved them from, and I swear that we had thoroughly searched the kitchen. Therefore, he must have hidden them in a pocket universe. QED.