Several days ago, my daughter came to the living room to ask if I’d seen the new Coby MP3 player that she’d received for her birthday last month.    I asked if she’d looked in her room, since the room was in serious need of cleaning and I knew that it would be easy to lose the Coby MP3 player in the bedroom of that disastrous state.   She didn’t find the comment as amusing as I did, but she assured me that it wasn’t in her bedroom.    I hadn’t’ seen it, so off she went to search more for the Coby MP3 player.    Before I went back to my book, I happened to glance over at my youngest son, who happened to be wearing a smirky grin on his face.  I knew then that he knew exactly where the Coby MP3 player was.   I didn’t ask, but I told him he had three minutes to find it and get it to his sister’s room.   I didn’t have to tell him and he ran off.  When he came back, he said that he’d taken it because he wanted to listen to her music because he didn’t have one of his own.  I guess maybe this Christmas; we’ll have to talk to Santa about bringing Josh a Coby MP3 player- provided he starts behaving.