Amelia lost her mood necklace. She'd bought it a few days earlier with her own allowance money at the school's "holiday shop" fundraiser and worn it nonstop since then, including our trip to see the Osborne Family Lights. And somehow, probably while she was dancing in the snow, the mood charm came loose and was irretrievably lost. "Now I'll never know my mood!" she sobbed in my arms.
"Can you tell my mood?" I asked after a while. I mimed different moods for her. She guessed them all. "I know," I said, "whenever you're wondering what your mood is, just ask me, and I'll act it out for you."
She cried some more. "No, that won't work, Mommy! Plus," she said through her tears, "I never saw it turn gray!"
"What does gray mean?" I asked.
"Sad," she said.
I promised that if she ever got another mood necklace*, I would make her sad right away, so that she would be sure to see all the colors. She was not comforted.
*Fortunately, this calamity happened close to Christmas. Making her sad on Christmas morning will be quite a job.
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