Yesterday I had that panic. You know, the heart in your stomach "I CAN'T FIND MY CHILD" kind of panic. No, we weren't out in public. We were just at home. Jack was supposed to be playing in the loft while I was getting ready. I hadn't heard anything from him for awhile, so I went to find him and see what mischief he had gotten into. Silence is never good that way . . .
I searched the playroom. Nothing. I searched his room. Nothing. I searched the computer room. Nothing. (Meanwhile my heart is starting to race.) I look in my room, my bathroom, his bathroom and again in the loft. Now I am in a full blown panic. I start yelling his name. Then I hear a little shuffle coming from beneath his slide. Hmmmm . . .
This is what I find. He thinks it is funny. I am nearly in tears.
Good grief, son. Your momma is already crazy! Don't make it worse!