The other day, I experienced a parental fear that I hope no one ever has to go thru - and that I don't have to go thru again. After bible school this past week, my niece, Lilah came over in the afternoons. So Ellie and she had a great time all week playing together.
One day, the girls and Jack were swimming and playing in the back yard. I was in the kitchen doing dishes, so I could keep my eye on them thru the window. At one point, I couldn't see any of them - so I bopped outside to check on them. I found Jack in the garage and asked him where the girls were - he said, "They are inside. I want to come inside too."
"No, they aren't inside, I was just in there."
"Yes, they are."
So I went in to check, in case they had somehow slipped past me .... .... nope.
Next, check back outside, and it proceeded like this ...
- the bottom of the pool
- around the side of the house
- the front yard
- ask jack again, he said, "They are in the van." I checked the van
- went next door
- sent our neighbor girl on her bike around the block
- went to other neighbor with a pool
- went back inside the house
- walked half way around the block
Jack was right - they were in the van. But the first time I checked so quickly - and they were hiding - that I didn't see them.
They said, "Didn't we find a great hiding place! We were playing hide and seek!" I was FURIOUS (and relieved). So after their butt-chewing - which consisted of
- You know better than to play in the van
- If you are going to play hide & seek, you need to tell me, so I know to look!
- If I'm calling for you - you need to answer!
- I was worried sick that someone took you.