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.