Despite repeated requests, Anne still has not produced her missing shoe. I've appealed to St. Anthony, and I'm still holding out hope for him, but in the meantime, we continue to look. Henry offered to poke around the kitchen the other night.
"Mommy, it's kind of messy over here."
"What do you mean, Honey? It wasn't messy before."
"It's messy now. Maybe Mr. Messy was here."
"Um, I don't think so, Hank. The only Mr. Messy in this house is you."
"Why? Have you, um, been in my room? The Green Lantern was there earlier."
Oh, I see.