When my daughter was small, we would go to K-Mart fairly regularly. Somehow, she would always get away from me, but I'd find her in the Toy Department. On one occasion, I went to the Toy Dept., but she wasn't there. I started to panic, wondering whether I should stay in the Toy Dept. because that was her favorite haunt, or if I should walk around the store looking for her. Then I heard a voice over the intercom system, saying, "There's a little girl at the Service Desk. She says her name is B-----. Will her mother come and get her?"
I was grateful for her wisdom in finding the right place to report herself "lost," but was my face red!