Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Don't go in the street!
I was unloading everyone at the Children's Museum today, and when I looked up Cole was gone! I yelled for him several times...no answer. I asked Alex were he went. No luck.
I left Alex, Mr. Oober Responsible, with Randi and ran down the parking lot towards the door of the museum shouting, "COLE!"
To my horror, Cole was standing in the middle of the street with cars honking at him.
When he finally heard my call, he ran back. I was so relieved he wasn't hurt that I just kept saying, "Don't go into the street without Mommy! You could have died!" (Way to keep it cool, huh, Mom?)
When we got back to Alex and Randi, Alex gave Cole a big hug and said, "I love you, Cole. Don't go into the street."
Cole's only comment, "I will not go into the street because I don't want to get squashed like a pancake."
This ranks in the top three scariest moments of my life. I just knew I was going to witness my 3-year-old son get hit by a car. Thank God, I didn't.