Mozartkugeln and Alzheimer's

Husband brought Mozartkugeln from Berlin (chocolate stuff - australienne, do you hear that? CHOCOLATE STUFF! Not quite German, actually, Austrian, rather, but really, really tasty).

Well, not quite from Berlin, either. The logic of air travel had him fly from Berlin to Toronto via Budapest (no, don't look at a map, it's geographically all wrong), and he found the Mozartkuglen in Budapest, at the duty free. (Lovely duty-free plastic bag, with "Duty free Budapest" written on one side, and an ENORMOUS salami pictured on the other.)

Yesterday evening, before going to bed, I put what was left of them in a safe place, so that the kids could not eat all of them in the morning and wipe their chocolatty fingers on the couch, you know, in case they got up before we did...

This morning, Husband asked me where they were.

And for the life of me, I cannot remember where I put them. I have absolutely no idea. I remember thinking I should hide them, and then my mind is a blank.

Any suggestion will be very welcome. Am nonplussed, myself.

ETA: Well, the girls found them. They suddenly resurfaced in (or rather on) Tadpole's hands and in (most definitely in) Froglet's mouth. We still have a few left... Mozartkugel, anyone? They're were good, and Selkie, they have a marzipan heart...

Tadpole plays Door

:D It's one of her favourite games right now: she stands in the doorway, one hand on each side, and sing-songs "Push the button!".

The button is whatever she has decided beforehand, so if you find it at once, she'll let you through. She comes up with wicked ideas though.

Tadpole: Push the button!
la rainette *presses Tadpole's nose*
Tadpole: That's not the button.
la rainette *presses her belly button*
Tadpole: That's not the button.
la rainette *tries the forehead, slightly pulls one ear, then the other, tries to find button on her chin, on her neck, under her arms, on various places on her belly...*
Tadpole: That's not the button! That's not the button! That's not the button!
la rainette *loses patience and tickles Tadpole*
Tadpole *giggles and lets go*
la rainette *weasels through*
Tadpole: NOT FAIR!

Not fair, no, but hey, I have bathroom emergencies, too.