I was looking at old pictures on the computer with Clara this morning when we came across a particularly cute picture of Lydia from when she was a baby.

“Aww, Lydia was a pretty little baby girl,” I said.

Clara turned to look at me and squinted thoughtfully.  “We still have her, right?  I mean, she’s upstairs with Mom?”

“Yes,” I scratched the top of my head.  “Yes, we still have Lydia.”

“Oh,” she said, and nodded. “Good.”  She waited patiently for me to continue with the pictures.

I opened my mouth to ask how she could possibly even think that we had maybe gotten rid of Lydia sometime last night while they were sleeping, but I couldn’t come up with the right words.