God Speed, Lovey.

On Tuesday, Harry lost his most prized possession in the world. His Lovey.

We've lost Lovey before and it's always turned up but this time I'm afraid it is really gone. Two trips to the park in the dark with a Lightning McQueen flashlight, retracing the sitter's steps, searching the fenceposts all over the neighborhood and we still haven't found it.

We've been able to get him to accept his new Lovey but we're still hoping, although that hope is fading fast. Say a novena, whisper a prayer, tie a knot in a bit of string....