The lunch box fairy

Dave found a lunch box under Ethan's chest of drawers in his bedroom this morning.

It had clearly been concealed in an "I really have tidied everything" kind of a way.

I asked Ethan who had put it there.

"It wasn't me."

"Well who was it?"

"The lunch box fairy?"  He replied, with a quizzical raised eyebrow.

I looked at him disapprovingly.

"The ghost that lives in our house?"

"We don't have a ghost in our house."

"How do you know?"

This was a good point and I admitted as much. We left it there. I'm not sure who was the victor but I'm not sure it was me.