"Absent minded professor"

I just arrived back from the basement with a load of laundry to hang and found Aaron standing in the kitchen looking mystified. He told me he'd lost something. I asked what, and he made me promise not to laugh. It was the dish towel that he'd been using when I'd gone to get the laundry. I stared for a couple of seconds, trying to keep a straight face, and then admitted that there was no way I wasn't going to crack up. And that I also wasn't going to tell him anything, but simply stand and watch him try to find it. He had a sort of wild look on his face as he checked his shoulders and neck to make sure it wasn't over one of them. I tried to get my camera to save the moment for posterity. By the time I had it out and was back in the kitchen, Aaron was sheepishly standing there. Holding the dish towel.

The dish towel that had been scrunched up inside the glass he'd been holding in his hand the entire time.