Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

Our house is about 1600 square feet. Not mammoth by any stretch of the imagination or measuring tape. But somehow a one-year-old baby has discovered within it hidden rooms, secret passageways, tunnels, etc. where she puts everything we own. Currently there exists (I suspect) a very magical place that holds three of the five brushes from my Mary Kay brush collection (look forward to seeing me wearing only blush and eyelid crease shadow), saline spray, the tray that goes inside our toaster oven, and no less than 9 baby socks. And my sanity. I think it's in there too.