"Where's my tired?"

Eli emerged from her room this morning with her tired (a much-abused scrap of black silk that is Eli's constant companion) wrapped around her head. She cast a coy glance up at Lia and asked, "Mommy, where's my tired?" "Let's see," wondered Lia. "Is it around your neck?" Eli looked slowly to her right shoulder, then looked slowly to her left, then looked up at Lia and answered with a soft indifference: "Yes."