On a recent trip, a box of Sophie’s crayons got left in the car. I found them a few days later wedged out of reach between the seat and the center console. Greeeaaaat.
I am certain it was amusing for others see me contort my body around and under the seat, moving it back and forth, as I muttered to myself while further lodging said crayons deeper into the abyss (likely along with gum wrappers, crumbs and my mailbox key). Sigh.
After emerging what I thought was victoriously from this surgical extraction, I realized that 3 crayons from this previously full pack (yes, I am sure) were nowhere to be found. They will no doubt surface in the middle of summer as they melt from their hideaways into view from my black oven of a car.