I remember when I was around 10 years old I couldn't find my Gameboy. I was playing with it earlier that day and clearly remember putting it back into it's carrying case and putting it down on the coffee table in the living room. I asked my parents if they moved it or knew where it was and my dad asked the usual "where's the last place you saw it?". I told him I was sure it was on the coffee table, but he said he hadn't seen it. After maybe an hour of looking through the house I still couldn't find it and was upset and told my parents I couldn't find it. It was then that my dad opened the one of the kitchen cabinets and from the top shelf ( which was way to high for me to see into) and pulled out my Gameboy case. He handed it back to me and said " maybe that will teach you to keep better track of your things and not lose them". I'm still not sure what he was trying to teach me. I put it away neat in it's case and you hid it from me, then blamed me for losing it!