Detective John G. Abergail was on break from his life-saving career. He was just about to rest on his newly furnished hammock when he got a call from his cousin, Laura Plimott.
“John, I know you are on break, and this may be silly, but no one else will listen.” Laura sped through her words. “Laura, pause. What’s going on?”
“My son lost his mittens and he really wants to find them.” Detective Abergail shook his head, “What’s so special about them?”
“They were his father’s.” Laura’s husband passed away years before, and he’d left his childhood mittens to their son, Chris. Detective Abergail sighed, scratched his forehead, and drove to Laura’s house.
“Okay, Chris. I want you to tell me what happened.” Chris, the 8-year-old boy, whined and ran to his mom. “Chris, honey, tell your uncle John what happened.” Chris nodded and skipped back to John.
“I got off the bus and went inside the school like every other day. I walked inside the classroom and up to my cubby. I took off my jacket, hat, and scarf and put it in the cubby. Then, I took my mittens off and placed them on top of my hat. At the end of the school day, I grabbed my jacket, scarf and hat, forgetting that I put my mittens in there. Then, I went on the bus and remembered my mittens. I had to wait until the next day to look for them. That was today. So, today, I went inside the classroom and looked around my cubby. At the end of the day, the teacher let me look at the lost-and-found centre. It wasn’t there. Do you know what happened to my gloves?” Detective Abergail smiled. “I have a good feeling about where it is.” He stood up, walked over to Laura, and laughed.
“Where does your son put his outerwear?”
Where was Chris’s mittens and how did Detective Abergail know?
Solution
Chris, while putting his mittens on top of his hat, placed his mittens inside of them. Detective Abergail knew how small the mittens were and how big Chris’s hat was, so there was no mistake that the mittens were hiding.
