"Mommy! Where'm are I?" called her plaintive little voice.
"Is that my Angel? I don't see her," was my response while putting a pan on the stove for dinner.
"I're lost!" she muffled back.
"Where is my girl?" I asked. "I can't find my girl."
"Find me, Mommy!"
"Where are you? I have lost my Angel!" I pulled out some rice for dinner and put it in the cooker. I think I put together most of our stroganoff dinner while "looking" for her.
I was starting to wonder where she was when, to my surprise, the corner cupboard door popped open.
"Here I are!"