Where NOT to leave your husband's car keys

Yesterday I went to put something in Nate's car and while I was outside I thought I would wander over to the Dana's house to infringe on their quiet time and bug them a bit. Since I was wearing my cut off sweats with no pockets and I just had to hold Baby Jack, I very innocently set Nate's keys on their kitchen counter. I talked for a while and then went home.
Nate came in this morning to give me my good morning kiss and he asked me where I put his keys. Oh yeah! I left them at the Dana's. He didn't want to wake them so early in the morning so he took my car to work. A few minutes later he called and told me to go out and see what the Dana's had done to his car. Oh great, I have to drive it today! I wander out there in all my beauty and see this.

Kyle stole our car! Can't you get 20 years of hard time for this? I just can't figure out why he would do this to us. I mean, there was that time we may or may not have put that big rainbow bumper sticker on his truck that says Man Hungry and he didn't notice it right away and drove away. But that couldn't possibly be the reason:) My kids were thrilled and were hopeful that we would be able to keep their van. I guess with their four kids they need it more than we do. But Kyle kindly took the girls to school in the "Toaster" and that made their day! Watch out Dana's!