It all started with hushed whispers, that escalated to hushed shouts, which escalated to tears and threats. All held behind a locked door.
Wondering what on earth was going on, I asked my daughter when she came out. She only burst into tears, stormed to her room, and slammed the door.
When pressed, my husband only mumbled, "Don't worry about it. Yet."
This behavior escalated for about ten minutes, finally involving an angry, red-faced teenager, who finally let the truth slip.
My daughter found my birthday present (apparently a beautiful ring) and played with it. When she was nearly caught, she shoved the box in her brother's backpack to avoid detection. And then completely forgot about it.
After much weeping and wailing, she finally remembered. Upon questioning, the teenager reported that he had found a woman's ring and had turned it into the school office.
Husband rushed to the school and found the ring in the lost and found.
This kind of stuff only happens to us.