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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Abducted by a Sofa: One Victim's Story

Last Friday, I couldn't find Adam. Not upstairs. Not downstairs. Not in the backyard. Not at the neighbors' houses where he usually plays. Nowhere to be seen as I searched around the cul-de-sac (or "colder sack," as Zuzu likes to say).

OK. Keep calm. He must be here somewhere. Look downstairs again . . .

walk past the couch on the way to check the backyard again . . .



But wait. Is that a bit of blanket? . . .



Well! I should have thought to look for him asleep, face down, covered with a blanket, smashed behind a couch cushion in the first place, really.





6 comments:

Jstar said...

We once had a babysitter call the police because she couldn't find Sam, who was asleep jammed as far as possible under his bed!

Lili said...

lol.
but of course.
(Remember how Spen used to climb behind the couch and fall asleep...and one time a certain oldest sister of ours and her boyfriend plopped down on the couch...Spen woke up, and was stuck there for several hours?)

myimaginaryblog said...

Which oldest sister?

I agree that you should have thought to look in this spot for Adam in the first place -- it's so obvious.

Betsy said...

Heart-stopping minutes there. But it is a funny story.

Ligia said...

I'm laughing so hard right now. That is funny.

Cool The Hirai said...

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
Bikkuri !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!