As I loaded up the cart with apples, I believed that L. was drooling over the donuts. He wasn't. I turned around. I turned back around. He. was. gone. I looked and looked. I looked long enough that I asked for help. I closed my eyes right where I was standing, in the middle of Produce, and prayed. Then I asked the guy in the navy blue vest with the button name tag.
When we found L (on his way in to the arcade) I grabbed his little grey Texas Tech hoodie with one hand and covered my face with the other and BAWLED. You know, that heaving, silent cry. Then, surrounded by 5 or 6 Walmart employees, I knelt down, still crying, but able to speak.
"I was so frightened. I thought someone might have taken you away from me and never given you back. I was worried you were kidnapped. Please stay close to me. Don't wander away. I thought I might have lost you...."
Midflow, he said, "But I thought you might have been mama-grabbed."
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OH. OH. OH. I hate it when that happens. And he is one smart cookie to think of that logic on the spot.
Oh, you must have had a heart attack. I know I have a lot of that ahead of me. Charlie has no problem sprinting as fast as he can away from me.
What makes me laugh is that you found him on his way into the arcade. Did he think the mama-grabbers might have taken you in there for a game of Ms. Pac-man?
I know, right? (Hey, I sound like Lauraly, sp?, on Gilmore Girls!)When he said that, I said, "So, you thought you'd go to the game room?"
I'm so glad you found my blog! I've wondered for the longest time where you were and what you're up to. It's been so long since I've seen you. I'm going to have a great time catching up on your blog. Keep in touch!
Lorelai? Really, I want to know. I think I'm going to google it.
And, hi Jessica! How nice.
Loralei. I think that's it.
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