A pop quiz

Yesterday evening Sammy and I met up with my friend, Lisa, and her two-year-old son, Samy, at Target to do some quick shopping; once we had purchased all of the necessary supplies for a Valentine's night in (i.e. frozen pizza and chocolate), we headed over to Lisa's place and settled in for the evening.  While Lisa was in the kitchen preparing our gourmet meal, I kept the two Sam[m]ys entertained in the living room.  One of the toys that Sammy really seemed to enjoy was a bead maze; now I know he's too young to really understand the point of this toy, but he seemed to have a good time clicking the wooden beads back and forth and occasionally stopping to gnaw on one for a few moments here and there.  Lisa came in and saw him playing contentedly on the floor with it and asked if I would like to have it, as Samy was no longer showing any interest in the toy; I gladly accepted the offer and placed the bead maze next to the door so I wouldn't forget it on my way out later that night.

After a few hours of hanging out and shooting the breeze (while Sammy slept in the spare bedroom), it was time to go home for the night.  I placed the sleeping Sammy into his carseat and then proceeded to load myself up like a pack mule with the diaper bag, my Target purchases, a bag of clothes that the big Samy had outgrown, and last but not least, the bead maze, and slowly made my way to the car.  I placed the bead maze on the top of the trunk so I would have a free hand to maneuver the carseat into position and then unloaded the rest of the stuff into the backseat.  I then hopped into the driver's seat and headed home; about 10 minutes later, I was parking in the driveway and preparing to unload the car when I realized that the bead maze was not in the back seat.  Suddenly it dawned on me: I had never put the bead maze into the car and had driven off into the night with it still sitting on the trunk.  Which meant that it was likely sitting somewhere along the side of the road between my house and Lisa's.  Crap.  Sammy was still sound asleep so I decided to take the chance that it had fallen off as I was pulling out from Lisa's and got back into the car and headed back towards her place.

Another 10 minutes later and I was back at Lisa's but there was no sign of the bead maze.  Apparently that little sucker held on longer than I had realized, so I decided to retrace my route home and hope that maybe, just maybe, I would be able to find it, but I knew that my chances were slim.  I slowly drove off and scanned the shoulder--I was ready to call off the search as I pulled up to a major intersection when I saw something on the side of the road--there, sitting on the grass as though someone had placed it there carefully, was the bead maze.  I put my hazard lights on, ran out, grabbed it, and still made the green light.

So why in the world did I go back for a toy, which, by the way, cost me absolutely nothing? 
A. I didn't want to litter. 
B. I didn't want to potentially cause an accident with a toy lying in the middle of the road.
C. I live for the thrill of the hunt.
D. I'm cheap. 
E. I had nothing better to do.
F. All of the above.

And the answer is F; if you chose correctly, give yourself a round of applause!