A dolphin appeared, like a gray miracle. It sat in the school hall next to a giant bag of forgotten clothes destined for donation.
Before I could stop him, Baby Boy saw the stuffed mammal and quickly snagged it as his own. Not having the heart to tell him that he wasn't the rightful owner, I told him to stop rubbing it on his mouth until it could have a very hot bath with disinfectant.
The bearer of such gifts: The Lost and Found.
I wish this scraggly toy would again become "lost" and I hope the kiddo that dropped it on the playground did it on purpose. If not, know dear child, Flipper now has a good home, despite the fact that he got vomited on last night by the cat.