So I walked in and asked them if anyone had seen a child's purple backpack -- and I looked over to the closet on the right -- and added, "Like the one sitting there."
They told me to take a look and see if it was mine. I picked it up and immediately saw the patches of glue where daisy_knotwise
"And this is my little girl's blanket."
"Go ahead and take it. You don't have to prove it's yours -- no one's going to lie to get something like that."
And so I took the backpack on to our optometrist who had also kindly been hunting up and down the street for it. She was quite happy to see it too.
But not as happy as Katie was when she got home from shopping a bit after I did.