We are on vacation. We are here. It is wonderful. We are making lunch. My uncle's bratwurst and grilled vegetables.
SH is doing all the cooking. All the cooking and all the dish doing and most of the work.
That is fine with me.
SH: Where's the silicone brush?
Me: I don't know. We brought it with us, right?
[Of course we brought it with us. I keep a spreadsheet of what we need to take on vacation and the silicone brush that we use to put olive oil on vegetables is on the spreadsheet.]
SH: I used it for the zucchini the other day.
Me: So you had it last.
Me: And now you can't find it.
SH [as he opens and closes every drawer in the kitchen.]: No!
Me: So you lost it.
Me: So you are not doing it right?
SH: Where is it? What happened?
Me: It will turn up.
SH: No! I can't find it! I think someone must have taken it!
Me: You mean someone broke into this cottage just to steal a silicone brush?
SH: It is the only logical explanation!
Me: Or - you lost it and it will turn up.
SH [wearily]: It's gone. Someone took it.
Me: You're crazy.
SH: Um. Well. Guess what?
SH: I remember now. I had put it on top of this pitcher so I would be sure to see it and not leave it here and it looks like it fell behind it.
Me: So it wasn't stolen.
SH: I guess not.