A wave of panic set over me.
“Where’s Wawa?” I ask, turning whatever is within my reach over to see if it’s hiding underneath.
Little B looks at me teary eyed, “I lost it.”
“When did you last have it?”
“I don’t know. Bubba had it.”
I look over at Bubba, who pretends not to hear us. “Hey, Bubba. Where’s Breebree’s Wawa?”
“I dunno…” I shoot my little guy the hairy eyeball, as he promptly turns over, ignoring us.