My son is a wizard

This morning my 2nd grader was getting ready for school. He was about to go put his shoes on, when I noticed he wasn't wearing his jacket, cue the following conversation:

Me: Kiddo, why aren't you wearing your jacket?

Kid: Because I don't know where it is.

Me: But last night you were supposed to put your jacket near your school bag so you wouldn't forget it.

Kid: I did, but I can't find it now.

Me: But I went into your room two minutes ago and it was right there.

Kid: But now I can't find it.

Me: But it was RIGHT. THERE.

Anyway, I'm baffled. We scoured the house and the jacket has not been found. I looked in the laundry, in the cabinets, in the freaking dishwasher because logic has left the building. He just made it disappear and I have no idea how, and neither does he. I mean, it's a whole jacket, not even a tiny toy or coin. Just... how?

The only logical conclusion to this is that his magic powers are starting to manifest and in four years he'll be getting that letter from Hogwarts.

Man, he'll never let his older brother live down being a muggle.

Update: so in the evening, my 9yo who went to a friend straight after school waltzes in, holds up the missing jacket and says 'Mom, look what I found in my backpack!'

One of the kids (they argued for half an hour who it was with, shockingly, no conclusion) stuffed it in there without noticing. My 7yo is chronically late for school so by the time we realized the jacket was missing, 9yo was already gone with the jacket in his backpack. So due to a brilliant (even if accidental) smuggling job, it really wasn't anywhere in the house.

Damn. There goes my dream of a kid who can clean the house with a wave of his wand.