Thursday, February 7, 2013

Parent panic

Me walks into kitchen, where only minutes before Zachary had been eating breakfast. It's empty, ghost ship empty.

I call out "Zachary?"


Again "Zachary?"

I glance around the room to see if he's hiding anywhere. I notice the front door locks are unlatched.


this time with a little panic rising "Zachary??"


I peek into his room and ours, nope. not there.

"ZACHARY?" panic plus loud enough to get his attention if he's slipped outside

"yes Daddy" from behind me

that right he's standing on the toilet looking in the mirror brushing his teeth, 'course he couldn't answer.

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