This weekend somebody who's name begins with Gw- and ends with -En left her beloved stuffed monkey at a daycare we were visiting.
If you want to see two parents freak out, mildly lose their mind, and drive up and down the street perhaps running to Target to buy a replacement, leave that special stuffed animal somewhere.
I imagine that that is what would happen, anyways. Not that we would know, because we didn't react that way. We calmly called the daycare and patiently waited to hear back and picked it up after naptime.
Yea, that's what happened.
You can read about monkey's other emergency here.
We're buying a backup as we speak.