I find them in the strangest places.
In my car.
Under my couch.
In my bed.
In my pockets.
A few weeks ago I brought Julian to daycare in the morning, and we were having our final "mommy, one-more-hug-and-kiss" good-bye, when a Cheerio, literally, fell off of him/out of him, who knows... His teacher said "Julian, did you have Cheerios for breakfast?"