Last night, for Joshua' birthday dinner, we went to Downtown Disney to go to The Rainforest Cafe. It was pretty busy, and Josiah was running around while we waited for our table. A couple of times I told him, "If you can't see Mommy or Daddy, you're too far." Michael asked me to go in and see if they'd seat us without our whole party there. As I came out of the restaurant, I looked around, then asked Michael, "Where's Joe?" He gave me a quizzical look. I told him, "I'm not kidding. Where's Joe?" His response..."I don't know."
Ok, so now, I'm starting to FREAK OUT! Here we are, at the very busy Downtown Disney, and my little boy is missing. And we are right by the monorail, and the parking lot, so if he's been taken, he's gone for sure. I started running around, yelling his name, looking for him and a police officer. By this time I am absolutely HYSTERICAL! Tears are streaming down my face. As I'm just about to ask where the officer is, my brother calls out my name. "Jill, we've got him." Thank you, Jesus! He had decided he wanted to go back in the store to the talking tree. Needless to say, Daddy gave him a stern talking to...about how "anybody could've taken him and he wouldn't be with us anymore. And look how upset Mommy is. You really scared us." I don't know that Michael spanked him. All I know is that I sat there for a long time, still crying because I was so relieved he was back.
My friends at work assured me that even if someone had taken him, they probably would've brought him back after just a few minutes because of what a stinker he is. I agree with that, but I still don't think I EVER want to go thru anything even remotely as scary as that EVER again!
Thank you, Jesus, for keeping my little booger safe and bringing him back to me!