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.
How will I ever take him in public?!
Good grief, son. Your momma is already crazy! Don't make it worse!
4 comments:
That happened to me, mine was hidding behind my dresses in the closet. How do they learn this already? I think their dad's must teach them ;)
Haha I knew this kid had a sense of humor.
uhm He looks BEYOND pleased with himself... lovin' the panic in your voice I'm SURE. :)
I lost Pammie just a month or two ago. You know...my FIVE year old. Where did I find her? Inside my old hope chest, lid closed, in her closet- which was also closed. I FREAKED! Thank goodness there was a hole in it or she may have suffocated. "What were you thinking?!" I yelled. "I just wanted to be alone for a little bit".... kids.
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