...and then Paris did in Pinchy. The Eiffel Tower, to be more precise.
We went back today because it wasn't pouring and 40 degrees, and DH had promised Miss O a trip to the top. Of course, Pinchy the Lobster came with us. By this point, I've become inordinately fond of this red stuffed thing -- he's like a second kid.
Suffice it to say, Pinchy did not leave the Eiffel Tower with us. Miss O lost him in line for the elevator to the tippy-top, and he was not found. Poor DH had half the staff on a Pinchy Hunt.
Of course, neither of us could remember the word for lobster, so I was forced to resort to l'angostine (which translates literally into 'big shrimp'). Imagine textbook French, if you will (read: overly polite and somewhat stilted), and the three of us in the Eiffel Tower security office.
"Please, my daughter has lost her toy. I am looking for it. It is a... um... like a l'angostine. It's red. It says 'Boston' on the side. Do you have the giant shrimp here, please?"
The guy told me to call tomorrow, though I am not hopeful. I'm guessing he just wanted the Weird Americans out of his nice quiet office. Poor Miss O. Poor me; I think I might miss this stupid lobster more than she does...
We decided to tell O that Pinchy wanted to live in Paris for a while; we're going to bring back a postcard of the Eiffel Tower and send it to her from Pinchy, telling her how he loves his new home. Yes, we're warped. ;-)
Pinchy's final days
[Edited to add: I have found a replacement for Pinchy! Granted, the shipping costs more than the stupid crustacean, but I'm okay with that. Vive l'internet. He is now winging his way to our house and should be there right after we get home.]