This morning I went to get Zoey, our soon to be 7 year-old, up and out of bed. I pulled the sheets back and rubbed her back gently, "Time to get up, Zoey."
She grumbled and mumbled but soon sat up. And then began to look around like she lost something.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"My ring." She went to bed with a ring on each hand. And there she was with only one ring.
She began to panic. Seriously. She started lifting pillows and animals and blankets, "I can't find my ring!"
I said, "It'll be ok, sweety. What does it look like?"
"It's round, and purple, and made in China."
We'll look for it later.