As we sat in the kitchen – actually talking to each other in a normal tone – we quickly realized that something was very wrong: it was too quiet. The girls were accounted for and playing quietly alone. But where was the chosen one? Why wasn’t he making LOTS of noise?
We jumped up and began to furiously scan the living room. He was nowhere in sight. And just before being overtaken by that panicked feeling, we heard a muffled moan, cry, and grunt. We turned the corner into the hallway and the closet door was open. And there he was.