Missing

I have a cute story that happened the other day.
Kylie and Alli both have those "Baby Alive" babies (the ones that actually talk, eat and poop). Alli was wanting to feed her baby alive some of the special food you buy for it. Kylie, our 5 year old, was upset because she was looking everywhere for her baby but could not find it. A few hours had past and everyone was getting ready for bed. I noticed Kylie coloring at the kitchen table. I asked what she was drawing (by the way she loves to draw). She then asked me, "mom, how do you spell missing?" I told her how to spell it. I noticed the picture had a face on it. I felt so bad- it was a picture of her missing baby. I continued getting the house in order for the night.
The next morning I took Kylie to kindergarten and came back to the office. I run a storage business so I opened up the office. There was a man waiting outside the office to come in and pay for his storage. He was laughing. I then looked down to see what he was laughing at and there was Kylie's "missing" sign. She had gone into the office the night before and taped up her "missing" sign on the office door so people could help her find her baby. I thought it was so sweet and I felt bad because we had looked all through the house and no sign of baby alive. I then thought to check the car. I found it in the very back under a picnic blanket. So I put it in a black bag and put it outside the office door. When she got home, I drew her attention to this black bag. She was so excited to find baby alive inside. "Someone saw the sign," she said. I thought this was such a sweet story I had to share.