My son.

From a distance (really, it sounded pretty far away!) I heard the frantic voice of my two year old son.

"HELP!! HELP!!!"


So, I started looking for him. I thought it was coming from the garage. . .It was locked from the inside. . .I looked anyway. Still no sign of Joshua.

"HELP!!! HELP!!!"

Where was it coming from? I looked toward the bedroom door. . .looked in the bedroom. Debated looking in the closets or under blankets. It just wasn't making sense to me!

"Joshua!!! Where are you?" I yelled.

"In heee--ah!"

No! I frowned. It couldn't be. . .

I opened the dryer. Out popped his two little feet and then his whole body. My son.