I am sorry for your loss

my my son was the king of losing things. At the end of the year, his school would lay the lost and found out on the lawn like a giant yard sale. One year we collected a pair of his shoes, his socks (they were in the shoes) a pair of his pants, two of his shirts, and a jacket. I just stared at him and finally said “I don’t understand how this happened. I really feel like I would have noticed if I picked you up in your underwear.”