The little metal hammer

This morning, as I was drinking my first cup of tea, my husband suddenly asked me, "Do you know what ever happened to that little metal hammer that you gave me?" I had no idea what he was talking about and I told him so. "I don't remember ever giving you a little hammer." He said that he thought it had been a birthday present one year. I asked him what color it was. "It was metal", he said. "It was all metal." I wondered just how little it was. "Oh, about six inches by two inches, I think", he replied. I had not even the slightest glimmer of a memory of ever giving him a little metal hammer. "Maybe it was some other woman who gave it to me", he said. Very funny. We're dealing with one of several possibilities here. Maybe another female admirer DID give it to him one year in the distant past. He forgot it wasn't me and the question about it just popped out. Or maybe my memory, which has been slipping a little, is starting to slip more than a little. My husband has been having a lot of dreams lately. He groans and kicks his feet. Once when I tried to wake him, he clobbered me one, so now I leave him alone. Possibly in a calmer dream I gave him a little metal hammer. I'd hate to think that he's having waking delusions. He looked for it today and wasn't able to find it. If anyone from our family should read this, do you remember a little metal hammer at our house, about six inches by two inches?