Everybody has that “thing” that they’re convinced has been placed on this earth to drive them crazy. For some, it’s the remote. For others, it’s the iPhone that seems to have a mind of its own.
For seven-month-old Marissa Tomlinson, it’s her keys that seem to disappear ever time she’s in need of something to cram into her mouth.
“They drive me crazy,” she said from her crib on Eighty-eighth Street Monday morning. “I think I’ve put them down in one place, and then they turn up somewhere completely different. Sometimes they get lost in the couch, and sometimes I fall asleep in one room and wake up in another, which means I have to turn the damn house upside-down to figure out where they’ve gone. And one time, after searching for what seemed like hours, I realized, finally, that they were in my mouth the whole time.”