We have a mystery

Just when I get used to sleeping through the night, the kids throw a monkey wrench in the whole system. A few nights ago, Jonathan woke up around midnight wanting a drink of juice. I poured him a drink, put the juice back in the fridge, got him back in bed and went back to sleep. Around 2:45am Troy woke up and wanted juice. In addition, he thought it was time to get up and said, "Good morning!" and wanted me to put on some pbs shows for him. I agreed to get him juice but told him the rest would have to wait. So I got his cup and went to the fridge to get the juice, and there was NO JUICE in the fridge! A huge gallon of juice was missing!

Troy has been known to get the juice out himself and bring it to wherever I am, so I asked him where the juice was. His reply, "I dunno. Downstairs?" So I went downstairs and searched. Then I searched his bedroom, then the living room, the laundry room, the bathroom, and I even went out into the garage to see if it maybe rolled under the car. By this time it was past 3 in the morning and I was tired, frustrated, and not entirely coherent. On a whim I decided to check the twin's room one more time, and I finally found the juice. It was in bed with Jonathan, cuddled up next to him underneath his blanket. So, either Troy took the juice out of the fridge and planted it in Jonathan's bed, or there was more night-wandering going on that I didn't even hear. Either way, I was very happy to find the juice still cold, and even happier that Troy went straight back to bed. I don't think I'll ever understand what really happened, or why. Oh well.