Mystery Solved.

It was a freezing morning  and he couldn't find his coat. This is not unusual. Nevertheless, he confidently assured me that he was certain he'd hung it up. 100%.
No he definitely hadn't left it anywhere. Absolutely not.
Okay, okay, he'd look again but someone else must have moved it...or taken it ....or hidden it.
I went back to buttering  the toast and glanced looked out the kitchen window. Was I imagining it or was that a flash of orange right at the very top of that tree? What a coincidence - the missing coat was orange too.
'Rory!! Is there any way at all that your coat could be at the top of the tree in the garden?'
The denial was on his lips just as I saw realization dawn in his bright blue eyes.
  'Oh yeah!' says he, clapping his hand to his forehead. 'I totally forgot I left it up there!'
 And off he went to retrieve it, chuckling at his own forgetfulness, simply happy that he would now get to enjoy his toast in peace. Honestly, sometimes I think it'd be lovely to be seven again...