Getting ready to go visit our friend Monica, The Dormouse suddenly was unable to exit across the threshold because she'd forgotten her three plastic rings. I didn't want to bother because she'd probably lose them between here and there anyway. Mostly, I didn't want to spend an hour looking for them amidst the mountain of toys I thought they were under. "Why don't you just leave them here, hon? You don't need them for what we're going to do."

"But I need my rings, Momma.... because Monica likes to see me in my rings."

Needless to say, we went back and found the rings.