“Ummm…Where’s Will?”

That’s what MJ said as she sat at the computer and I loaded up the dishwasher.

We block off sections of the house using furniture, household objects and family pets to let Will crawl around. I’m not sure what caused us to be so negligent this morning. Maybe it was the blissful silence in the house which is rarer than an eclipse. I think it lulled us into complacency or something. But before we knew it, it was a little too quiet and MJ blurted out “Where’s Will?!?!” in a panic.

If you could see the layout of our condo, common sense would’ve told you he couldn’t have gotten far. It’s less than 1,200 square feet and there’s no stairs. But there’s no such thing as common sense when your kid is missing.

The next few seconds were a blur. I think MJ developed Wonder Woman type powers and managed to hurdle the table, the barricade and the couch all in one fell swoop. I vacated the kitchen like an Olympic sprinter out of the starting box as we both ran toward the bedroom. My heart was in my throat as I feared for the worst. Fingers in an electrical outlet? Was he eating something he wasn’t supposed to? Was he playing with electric cords and strangling himself?

The answer was none of the above. He had managed to bypass our barricades and had crawled into the middle of our bedroom floor. We barged in the room and he just turned to us and smiled. It was the smile that threw me off. It wasn’t an innocent smile. It was a devilish one that said “Didn’t even notice me giving you the slip huh? Get used to that big man. I run this MoFo now.”

That’s the last time I let a Golden Retriever and a Dalmatian babysit Will.

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7 thoughts on ““Ummm…Where’s Will?”

  1. Yeah. Remember that post a couple days back about people complimenting you on being such a great parent? I wouldn’t worry so much about that now.

    Just kidding! Shit happens. Glad to hear he’s okay and not hoofin’ it on the side of the road.

  2. I’m sure Haley and Fenway totally put him up to it. They seem like they could be trouble.

  3. “I run this MoFo now.”

    LOL … that statement is more true than you can imagine.

    Have a nice T-Day!

  4. I’m not worried – Fenway and I have talked, she’s keeping an eye on him!

  5. It will happen more and more the more mobile he gets. I got up at 630 in the morning one time, went in to wake my 3 year old son only to see he wasnt there, looked all over the hosue, no where, then noticed front door open. Like MJ i ran (jumped) the whole way down. My son was sitting on front porch and when i asked him what he was doing, he said, just hanging out, its cold out huh mom? yeah flippin wonderful

  6. When my daughter was born 7 years ago, we had a house alarm put in. Not so much to keep bad people out but to keep her in. She has set it off a couple of times.

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