My parents watched the girls tonight while we went to parenting class. When I came home at 8:30 p.m., Frankie was still up. She had gone to bed very nicely but they could hear her playing in her room for about twenty minutes. Then suddenly, they heard soulful weeping.
Oma: "Frankie, what is it? What's wrong?"
Frankie: (Heartrending wails) "It's gone. It's gone forever. It's GONE FOREVER AND EVER."
Oma: "What's gone, Frankie? What's gone?"
Frankie: "My little (sobbing) plastic hair clip."