I, being the sane adult, said, "oh well, go play, it'll turn up." And Ranger and she both look at me devastated! Then she says, "but Mom, I LOCKED my room. I can't go play! I can't get in!" Dad agrees. Locked is locked.
I couldn't help it, a smile snuck onto my face. I asked her if she locked herself out (something Ranger and I are both famous for), and she runs into her room to go look, comes out, closes the door that is "locked," and says, "it's not IN there!"
Once again, being the sane adult that I am, I milk it. "Maybe if you clean the table off, you'll find it. It DID go missing when you set the table." (I'm good!)
and lo and behold, there it is. Under a hot pad that is under another hot pad that is under the syrup.
For a kid who rarely uses her imagination (she's SO serious), it was priceless. I just don't want to forget this memory of her.