Monday – Lost In the Craft Store

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My almost 6-year-old son wandered off while I was looking at beads in the Hobby Lobby store on Saturday. He was pestering me to take him back to the Halloween section, which he found far more interesting. I told him to give me a few minutes and we could revisit that section before we left. When I looked up again, he was gone.

I didn't panic, at first. I looked on the first few isles around me, and didn't find him. I headed back to the seasonal decorations he found so fascinating, but he wasn't there, either. Then I started to worry. I pushed my basket through the store – the whole store – calling out his name every few isles. I checked in the displays of the sort he likes to hide in, like the t-shirts on hangers and the bolts of fabric in the notions section. I didn't find my Sweet Pea, though. Then I started to panic a little.

( I want to hear you scream, baby. )

10 Caterpillars

I don't understand how a child who can be so sweet can be the inspiration for the distressing notes that get home from his school. After the note I read today, I'm not sure if we need a therapists or an exorcist. Perhaps we should explore the idea of both.

But yet he can be gentle and sweet. I've never met the little devil he becomes at school (though I've seen the havoc he can wreck). This is the child I know.

The little boy in the video? He's beautiful. I wish his teachers could meet him.