So Anna stayed with my folks a few weeks ago because I was apartment hunting. For those of you that don’t know, my folks live on a golf course, and an also interesting tidbit, Anna is OBSESSED with the animals of the Littlest Pet Shop. So my dad decided to make Banana walk the course to get her all tired for bed (stupeeed Papa!) and after they’d walked about a mile and a half, here we go: A: PAPA! I lost my littlest pet shop puppy. Papa: Where? A: I DON’T KNOW PAPA, I LOST IT, YOU HAVE TO FIND IT! Papa, of course, with patience: Well Anna do you remember where you lost it? A, now crying: NO PAPA BUT I LOVE IT YOU HAVE TO FIND IT!!!! Pause here, picture my father walking the entire course for Anna while she relaxes with my mother, poor, poor, Papa, for like an hour……when he returns…..Papa: Anna, I looked all over the course, I couldn’t find it. A: Ok Papa. Hmmm. My foot hurts. OH! I PUT MY LITTLEST PET SHOP IN MY SHOE SO I WOULDN’T LOSE IT! YAAAY! Papa: Insert I-need-a-drink-so-I-don’t-throw-my-granddaughter-out-the-window-look.