Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Little Miss Trouble
Later in the evening, we were at the church for a cubscout end-of-the-year party. When it was time to go, Heath and I were trying to herd the exuberant children to the van, and we couldn't find Georgie, which was funny, because she was right underfeet about two seconds before, when I told her that I'd wash her hands (all gooey from smores) in a second.
I took baby, his carseat, the bags of chips, my purse, and a few other things, out to the van. The boys followed me. Kamy came. Heath showed up. But wait....where was Georgie? Heath and Kamy left to return inside the church to find her (maybe she was washing her hands in the bathroom afterall) and the boys sat in their seats in the back of the van. We sat there, for about 10 minutes, discussing the fact that Daddy (who made an appearance every few minutes from searching) couldn't find Georgie. The boys asked whether we have ever had a child, born before Kamy, that was kidnapped...wondered if Georgie was kidnapped...and Keaton suggested we call the police. Where was Georgie??
I left the boys in the van and went inside to help with the search. Within two minutes, Kolby came to find me and said that Georgie was in the van. What? I was sitting in the van for 10 minutes, discussing with the boys that Georgie was missing. The boys were in the back seat. Where could she have been hiding?
She was hiding behind the back seat, in the "trunk", so to speak, if that is what you call that space in a minivan. She thought it was a great game. She was all smiles and giggles when I came out of the church to see Georgie sitting in her car seat. She got a stern lecture, on NEVER hiding from mom and dad, and she got her privileges taken away for the next day. No Dora and Diego. No Max and Ruby. No Tinkerbell movie. No computer games. Her giggles turned to tears. I sure hope she learns her lesson. It's such a sinking feeling, when you can't find one of your children.