Steve lost the can opener while I was in Vegas. (no you may not call him Hansel becauase he was Gretel's brother and that's just . . . ew!) He looked all over the house. He started opening his tuna with knives. (he has tuna daily so that's a lot of wear and tear on my cheap knives.)
I helped him look when I got home and we couldn't find it, so we finally broke down and bought a new one. It's not a Swing-a-way, but I could deal with that for the purpose of opening spagetti sauce cans and tuna. (I've mentioned how much a scrooge I am before. yes, my family doesn't even rate the store brand in jars. we buy the sauce in the #10 can because it's the cheapest.)
Thursday I watched my neighbor's two year old while she went to a doctor appointment. That kid was not here two minutes before he came up to me and handed me the missing can opener.
How the heck do toddlers do that?