I was sitting with my laptop early this morning and watching Tim Minchin and Only1Noah. Boo was in the TV room watching cartoons and I had not seen Bugs yet. Then I looked up at the clock. It was too late for Bugs to be sleeping. He wouldn't go to bed on time if he didn't get up soon and tomorrow is a school day.
So I strolled into his room and his bed was empty. His covers were on the floor. I picked up his covers but he wasn't under there. I ran to his brother's room and our room on the chance that he woke up and crawled into another bed. Nope and nope. I started to panic (as I am apt to do) and I ran through the bedrooms again. I looked under the beds, around the closets, and under all covers again. What will I tell his father, should I call the police, OMG where the heck could he have gone! Would he have gone outside, could he be in the basement, maybe the back deck.
I started yelling his name as I checked the bathrooms. Screeching when I turned the corner and there he was, coming out of the TV room. He had walked right past me earlier while I was glued to the computer. I picked him up (hard to do because he is 7 and all legs) and I said, "I thought you were kidnapped by Aliens!" He looked at me and said, "Mom, Aliens aren't real." Touché.