I just got back from one of the most anxious car rides I've been on
in a while!! You see, what happened was I just gotten back from granny's
house (call it about 8pm) to see a nearly distraught Michael saying, 'I
can't find Malachi!!"
Well, we looked all over the house and the back and front yards and
couldn't find him, so I grab my car keys and head for the door, and
Michael reaches for the phone to call th police. (8.15pm)
I'm driving around the streets with my lights on high beam, talking
to all I see, and praying like anything, fighting off panic attacks.
Nothing. Then I get a call on the mobile, which I miss, and then
another. Missed that one too. Call the house and get Michael. "Found
him!" Relief. Turns out he was hiding under the table, and crawled up
onto the chairs that sit beneath it, and fell asleep!
Arrive home 8:30pm.
As far as I'm conserned his is way to much excitment for poor tired mummy's! But he's found. Praise God!
Michael found him when he tried to pull the chair out with one had
while talking on the phone to the police with the other hand, and
discovered he couldn't get the chair out!
Me thinks I'm not gonna try and figure out what he's gonna do next. LOL! Too scary!!
LOL! He had no idea the trouble he'd caused! Michael just popped a nappy on him and slipped him into bed and he never stirred!
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