Just going about the same-old same-old after school routine today. Snack. Homework. Number 3 announcing, "I have to poop!" and me depositing him in his favorite bathroom (mine), and telling him to call me when my cleaning services were required.
We went about our business as usual until it was time to load up in the car. Number 3 didn't make roll call. We called him again. No answer. We looked in his room, upstairs, the playroom, . Called him. No answer. Mini-wave of panic rolled over me. Oh-no-what-if-he-is-in-the-street!!!
Nope, just waiting on the potty in my bathroom right where I left him. Not exactly sure how long he was in there waiting, quite patiently, I presume. 30 minutes tops. I hope.
No hard feelings as far as I can tell. Besides, four kids in 9 years and he is the FIRST and ONLY one I've ever lost IN the house. Not bad, considering.
Another day, another story,
Em

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