To be truly fair, Costco did not lose him; we lost him. Want to know how?
On Saturday we made the weekly outing to Costco. Actually, we try not to go weekly as we always spend too much when we are there. So, limit the trips, limit the spending. Well, Saturday we happened by Costco, in a scheduling miracle, to see Steve and Kristin's new baby, Sunny (Don't ask; it's just how we could work it out that day). And with two small kids you have to hit the johns first. Two ladies to Ladies, two men to Mens. Two ladies emerged from the Ladies, one man emerged from the Mens.
This may sound like we lost him down the urinal drain or something, but let's back up and examine it. Two ladies in the Ladies, one man on the pot, one man emerges from Mens. Then, two ladies emerge from the Ladies, one man emerges from the Mens, one man MIA.
I'm starting to notice a pattern. I thought church losing my kid was an isolated incident, but I fear I was hasty in dismissing a new phase: wandering off.
I tried not to freak out either time, tried to let him know I was proud of him for heading for familiar territory while I tried to give him options that may have been better for him to do when he found he was without parent. But I have a sneaking suspicion (that's not too bad a phrase, is it?) that he will prolly wander off again.
Want to know how we found him?
My blog found my kid.
That's right. Steve remembered reading that the last time Zach was lost he headed down the road toward home. Steve went outside and looked in the road and sure enough, there was Zach headed toward the car.
I should mention that we did notify the Costco officials and they were very helpful and walky-talkied the crap out of the situation. Thanks Costco, but no thanks; my faithful blogreader, Steve, found the little lost boy.
Thanks Steve, you are my Blog Buddy of the Day!