Shew!

I sent my Li'l Man back to school this morning. He had been fever free for two whole days and said he felt fine. I checked on him this afternoon and he looked GREAT! His teacher told me that she was so proud of him because he made a 100 on his spelling test and a 100 on his subject/predicate test, despite the fact that he hadn't been in school all week.

So this afternoon after school, all of the neighborhood kids were playing in our yard. AAA and I ran errands (because it's Sunshine's b'day tomorrow and we needed to buy her Zoo Zoo the hamster, which is sold out everywhere!) and returned around 4:45. I had to be somewhere at 5:00, so I was only home long enough to make a tomato sandwich. However, I noticed that I didn't see L'il Man. I didn't think much of it really. There were several kids on the swings and I assumed he was either in the fort or the playhouse. However, I casually asked M, "Where's L'il Man?" He said, "I don't know. Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him in awhile. " Since we just had our cable installed this week, I checked the TV room. No L'il Man. Then I checked the computer room. No sign of him. By now I was starting to hit panic but I wasn't letting it be known. A thousand things raced through my mind. I yelled out into the backyard and told all of the kids to "Find Lil Man!" M and I both yelled for him, inside and outside. All of the neighbors were at our house, so I knew he wouldn't be at their houses. Nevertheless, I sent AAA to all of the neighbors. At this point, I can tell that even M has hit the panic button, but he still didn't want me to know how concerned he was since I have a tendency to LOSE IT when I panic.

M ran upstairs to check the bathroom. I'm sure he was thinking the same thing I was - that maybe, just maybe, he was in the bathroom with the door shut and the fan on and couldn't hear us call his name. I heard his footsteps walk away from the bathroom and my heart sank. Then I heard him yell, "I found him. He's asleep on the hardwood floor in his bedroom." I was so relieved. But confused, as well. I woke him up and put him in his bed. (Meanwhile, all of the neighbors are still looking for him). He was burning up! I asked him, "Buddy, did you mean to come upstairs and fall asleep on the floor?" He just replied, "I didn't feel good." God love him.

I love that little fella! He's so precious! He'd be mad at me for telling y'all that he's "precious." He'd say, "No I'm not!" "Precious" must be insulting to a 7 year old boy. But I'm telling you... he. is. precious.

Go hug your precious little boys really tight!

Night Night!