Paul and I are reconfiguring our furniture and moving our entire family room set-up into the basement. Yesterday, we started by moving our television. Everything else stayed upstairs. In the middle of the night, Abby got up for a cup of milk. We sat down on the couch and when she saw the space above the entertainment center missing something, she was worried.

The following also gives you an idea how much her sentence structuring has improved.

Abby: Uh-oh! Uh-oh! TV not over there anymore!
Me: It's ok, we moved it downstairs.
Abby: Oh...

(After milk is finished...)

Abby: Mama, did TV run away?
Me: No, we moved the TV to the basement because it's too crowded up here.
Abby: Oh...

(She skipped dinner, so I made her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to eat.)

Abby: I don't watch "Bolt" anymore? ("Bolt" is her all-time favorite movie and she watches it 2-3 times a week - much, much more if we would let her.)
Me: Abby, you can still watch "Bolt." We just moved the TV downstairs. We still have it.
Abby: Uh-huh...

(A minute passes, the thoughts are still obviously not settling...)

Abby: Mama, Mama! I lost the TV!!!
Me: No, Abby. The TV is downstairs. I'll show you tomorrow, but now, it's time to go back to bed.
Abby: Ok.