Mr. Mordecai and I like to joke around that Google knows everything—and for the most part, it satisfies our cravings for information, like what an ombudsman is and whether the guy who voices Gaston in Beauty and the Beast is an opera singer.
But this morning, it's failing me. Where is Red Chief's toy pig? Where is his beloved blue flashlight? Will my head explode if I watch the same three scenes of Cinderella fifty times again this afternoon with Red Chief?