I was going through my Google reader this morning and happened upon this blog entry: "No Shoes Mommy." Go read it - it's pretty funny and will just take a few seconds. I couldn't help but think of a similar incident, kind of, that occurred with Evan, when he was about five years old. Evan had not yet started school.
We were visiting my parents in Cherokee, Iowa (it was our annual, summer-long visit). I woke up one morning and walked into the living room, expecting to see Evan watching TV. Brett was still in bed asleep, but Evan had apparently already gotten up.
The living room was totally silent. No TV blaring, no Evan. I picked up a piece of paper that was on the floor, and threw it away. I could see that Evan wasn't in the kitchen. I ran downstairs to the play area and my dad's office. Nope - nobody there.
I ran back upstairs and out the front door. Both of my parents' cars were gone, and there was no Evan. I ran to the backyard. Nothing.
OK, so I'm trying to not freak out, but I was freaking out. I finally decided that, duh, Evan was with my dad! So, I made myself calm down and sat down to wait for them to come home.
About an hour later, my dad walked in the door...alone. I said, "Where's Evan?" He said, "I don't know." I asked, "Evan hasn't been with you this morning?" "No," he said.
All heck broke loose.
Lots of screaming, running around like chickens with their heads cut off, hearts pounding, desperation, nausea....At some point, Evan walks in the front door with my dad. "Where have you been????!!!!!!" I demanded to know. "I went to Evan's house!" (Evan was my Evan's age and lived across the street from my parents.) "You know you can't just leave the house," I said calmly (it's true! I was calm...). "But I left you a note telling you where I was going!"
Now, this made me pause. Evan was not yet reading or writing. I didn't know quite what to say, not wanting to make him feel worse. So, I'm standing there looking into little Evan's precious face, and I vaguely remember a piece of paper on the living room floor. I went to the trash can, took out the paper, and looked at it. Letters of the alphabet were scattered across the paper. I asked Evan if the paper was his note. "Yes," he said. "See? 'I'm going to Evan's house'," he pointed to the letters as he read.
Oh, my goodness! How cute was that!! That child never ceased to amaze me!
I still had to discipline him. He was so confused. "But, I left you a note!"