Okay, maybe it was a couple of seconds. Okay, maybe it was like five. Anyways, it wasn't long and when I turned around he wasn't there.
We went to the Children's Museum today. We were in the very exciting Curious George exhibit. (Did you know that the writer had to bike out of Paris with the manuscript in his pocket to flee from the Nazis?) There was approximately One Trillion people there today. I went into my bag and when I looked up he was not standing where he was five seconds ago.
He was standing right over there - so I went over there and he wasn't there. Okay. He was playing on the slide so he's probably over there. Okay, not at the slide. It's okay. He is here. It is an enclosed exhibit and the odds of him walking out of it is very slim. Breathe. Maybe he wandered over there? Nope. Breathe. Breathe. There are a million kids, just slowly look through them. Oh god. This is not happening. This is not happening.
That's when I saw him come down the slide. The stairs up to the slide are inside a rocket, so he could have been out of sight when I looked over there. I thought I was going to die.
A minute later I heard a mother say "We've gotta look for him. He is here somewhere." Then I felt better.