Treasurehunting

You find the dumbest things in couch cushions when you're searching for something (which never seems to be there does it?). Today I went looking for an infant toothbrush we use as a teether for Maya, and instead I found:
- 2 dinky cars I forgot we had
- a butter knife
- a plastic baby spoon
- a pair of Matthew's pyjamas (folded up too so not only do I have to re-wash them but I have to refold the damn things again too!)
- Maya's pacifier that we lost when she was 4 weeks old!

And of course there were tons (or is it tonnes?) of crumbs to wade through. Why do so many crumbs end up here? Do people eat with their bums when others aren't looking?