Hiding things

Henry has started to hide things.  He doesn't do it on purpose, but he innocently takes important things and puts them in weird places.  One day I couldn't find his shoes.  I looked for 45 minutes, no exaggeration.  It was important as we were meeting people at the park and a kid needs shoes.  I ended up having to squeeze him into his baby Robeez, only to find the shoes immediately after our return at the bottom of the basement stairs.  He had thrown them down there the night before I guess.  The next day I had had a long day and dramatically poured myself a glass of wine and decided to go and watch the Bachelorette.  No remote.  I got into the family room and proceeded to look under every single one of the couch cushions on our massive couch, under the couch, in the bookshelf, in the tupperware drawer, spice drawer, etc.  Nope.  I finally discovered I could change the mode on the television using the cable box.  The next day I happened to glance into my rubber boot which was way over in the mud room and the remote was in there.  Since then the boots have become a preferred  place to hide things, so I always look there.  Also I've noticed him throwing a ton of things down the stairs now, so most things aren't missing for long anymore...