This past Friday night, both kids went back to our bedroom to go to sleep. I went back to check on them and while Anna was fast asleep, I couldn't find Cameron. I checked all his hiding spots but still couldn't find him anywhere. Dorene and I both started looking and were (loudly) calling out his name. The volume rose as it started to get a little bit uncomfortable being unable to locate him to the point we were basically screaming out his name.
He finally appeared back on the bed. He had been hiding in the cabinet under the bathroom sink, thinking he was in trouble because he had a butter knife.
In the wake of Polly Klaas, Jessica Lundsford, etc., we wanted to hug the little tyke. In the wake of making us panic because he was camped out under the sink as we screamed out his name less than 2 feet away, we wanted to whop the little @*#$! upside the head.
Needless to say, we did make it a learning experience that when mommy and daddy call out, he needs to answer.
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