The Key

Here it is, for Show and Tell, in all its understated glory, my key.

And my little beeper, grocery store card and Maine key ring.

The key may be small, but it is mighty. Without it I am a.) stuck at work after a long, long evening meeting or b.) stuck at home on a day when nothing seems sweeter than escape. The kids know the power of the key, they too love escape. And my son rather enjoys sports and without a key...blammo...no practices. You would think, as important as it is I would hold it in high regard, finding a safe place for it to rest its worn out self. But no. Thrown in a jumble in my purse, under receipts and packs of gum. Or left in the console of my car, baking in the sun.

Poor guy.