I found a little figurine of a lion the other day, in our dryer. It looked vaguely familiar, though I was certain it didn’t belong to us. A few weeks ago, we attended a nativity tour at a church, where the pastor had on display nativity scenes from around the world. There really were all kinds- humans of all colors, shapes, and sizes, but also animals and popular characters, like bears, and the Peanuts gang. I seemed to recall a Minecraft-type creche as well, and that might have been where this lion came from. I approached some of the younger kids, trying to think of creative questions that would get one of them to confess to stealing it. They all seemed clueless. Later I was going town, and thought I would drop by the church with the lion. But it was gone. My four year old ran back to his bedroom then, as if he knew where it was. Once back there, he couldn’t find it, and started weeping! I couldn’t figure out if he was feeling guilty about taking it the first time, or the second time. It is rare to see him so upset, and I thought, at the very least, he has taken our #1 rule to heart- If It’s Not Yours, Don’t Touch It. No solutions to this mystery in sight, but it has been an interesting turn of events.