When A Toddler Goes Missing
Thursday, Mar 24, 2016, 7:26 pm
By:James Fraser
My son was about two at the time. Really into walking and climbing by then. I left the room for a few minutes to do something and came back to find that he was gone. Not a trace of him anywhere.
We had a really small apartment then, so there weren't many places he could go -- I checked his room, closet, the bathroom, kitchen, tore open cabinet doors, all while calling him loudly: nothing. I finally opened the front door (and I am totally terrified by now) and walked outside, casing our entire building to see if I could find his yellow footie-pajama'd self toddling around. I yelled his name several times. Nothing.
I went back in the house, ready to call the police, when I hear a rustling coming from next to one of our arm chairs. I look down and see him intently shuffling through a bunch of papers in the little nook between the side of the recliner and the side table. He'd basically found himself a cubby and camped out quietly while his mother was absolutely losing her shit.
The worst part of it might have been the very calm "Problem?" look on his face when I finally discovered him. Little troll.
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