Lilly came to me, sobbing, last night.
"Mom! I lost my ring someone gave to me today!"
So I bent down, and put my hand on her shoulder, and looked in her eyes, and said, "Lilly, I don't know what events in your young life could possible have led you to believe you have the capacity to keep track of anything, let alone a teeny little ring, but that belief is entirely inaccurate."
She looked at me for a second.
"Can you find it or not?"
"No, I cannot."