Now here's a peril of motherhood I've never heard a warning about: Having kids means you will probably start to leave things on top of the car and drive off with those things still there.
I did this first--and quite memorably--with my wallet in Pennsylvania. I was extraordinarily lucky and it was returned to me intact.
I was not so lucky with my checkbook, which I left on the top of the car after buying some meat at the farm up the road. It actually stayed on top of the car almost until I got home. Both of the checkbooks that were in the cover were found on the road and returned to me. The cover never turned up. The cover was leather, hand-made and embossed with various personal decorations by my grandfather. It, among all the things I have left on the car, was irreplaceable. And so of course, it's the one thing that has been lost for good.
Yesterday I left Cubby's bunch of grapes on top of the car. We stopped when he saw them go flying by the window and informed us of this fact. I found them in the grass and returned them to him.
Today I left a canvas bag with a few harvested cucumbers, tomatoes, and green beans on top of the MiL's car. Not even my own! The senility is progressing alarmingly. I found the bag on the side of the road just past our house. It had been run over and so was coated on the inside with tomato puree, but no harm came to the bag otherwise.
The reason this happens after the arrival of children, of course, is that those children need to be buckled into their car seats. And if I happen to have something in my hands, I have to put it somewhere so my hands are free to deal with buckles. You would think, by now, I would have learned to put whatever it is on the floor of the car or something. Anywhere but on the roof.
Maybe I'll learn eventually. Or maybe the kids will get old enough to get their ownselves in and out of the car and I won't have to worry about it. I'm betting on the second happening before the first.