A Boy who can Find Things

So, Christopher has a skill. He can Find Things. At first, we just thought it was adorable that as we'd be getting ready to leave the house, Mommy would be looking for her keys or glasses, and he'd run with us from room to room, "Tees, way ah you?" (Keys where are you?) or "Dases, way ah you?". (Glasses, where are you?) After a bit, I realized that it was most likely my fault, I have a tendency to call or whistle for inanimate objects, and he picked it up.
A couple weeks ago, I really lost my glasses. I could NOT find them, not in ALL The usual places, I'd scanned the bedroom, bathroomS, living room, computer. No where man. I find it extra difficult to scan for my glasses because obviously when they are lost, they are not on my face, and I cannot See. This frustrates me even more. Well, I recruited the boys to help me in my search. And by gum, they searched. Eric walked the entire house, and ran to the basement to look, and did not find them. Chris just wanted to go downstairs, after one brief sweep of the house, which we figured was just his way of going downstairs to turn on the TV. I'd searched the whole house and been downstairs Twice looking, and had not found them. So, after much debate, Chris finally talked Daddy into going downstairs again, and Chris walked over to the computer and found them on the floor under the desk. Chris was downstairs for 30 seconds, and we'd spent a good half hour looking. Genius.
Then yesterday, as we woke from naptime, I returned to the living room with Chris to find the door to the garage open, and the garage open. Dog was weirded out and the cat was gone. It couldn't have been open long, likely the wind had just popped it open, but this was Angel's first escape trick since Chris was out of the crib, and I just couldn't leave Chris, so by gum, we got shoes on and went outside to Find the Cat. Chris was thrilled. He hit the pavement, and wasn't even out of the garage before calling, "Tat? Tat! Tat, way ah you?" We walked around the land mines of poo in the yard, and I actually had to carry Chris safely to the other side. We bumped into our neighbors, who had their dogs, both boxers, out. Chris started growling at them, and they barked back. Pretty cute. We walked the other way, thinking Cat would not head in the direction of dueling boxers. Two houses down, between the houses, we spotted a fluffy black cat. But when we went toward him, he started to dart under the deck. I told Chris to go give Angel some pets and cuddles, and he approached so sweetly that even the cat couldn't resist, and the cat popped out just enough so I could sweep him up and we could head home. I'm telling you, this Boy knows how to get things, it's a gift!
As a reward, I let Chris "ride" his new trike down to the corner. New is also a loose term, new to him, he chose it on a recent Goodwill run with Daddy. It became clear Daddy wasn't going to get him out of the store without a full body meltdown without this rusty little red trike. And Peace, well, peace was definitely worth the 3$.