So last Friday, Sophia is watching some blasted episode of Max and Ruby where Max wants candy... or something like that. (It's taken her watching this episode a few times and asking for candy for me to realize that much)... So the show's over and she keeps asking for candy. "We don't have any candy silly goose," I say for like the eleventh time, and she disappears from my room.
Normally that's a really nice thing for a few minutes. But when I do start calling for her, it's silent. A little weird for her; quiet, still, calm, reverent, none of that's really her thang. :) I notice her door is closed and since there's a child-proof knob on the other side I realize, oh she's just stuck in her room. But when I open her door there's nothing, I check her closet- nothing. Except of course for an open zip lock bag on her bed. Hmm. Strange. But not really. I've found far stranger.
I proceed to check the rest of the house, and every closet going from completely unconcerned, to convincing myself there was no logical reason to be concerned, to tears and frog-in-throat and lots of offers for candy and trips to the park and "ok I'm leaving".... and yelling... lots of yelling. Nothing. Except of course a disheveled pantry. Gasp. We've been robbed. The brooms are everywhere.
I'm sure it was all of five minutes but she was nowhere. All doors locked but of course I still ran out front, back, and into the garage. All these workers in my house, some one's made a copy of the key. They came in and stole her. I'm sure of it for like a quarter of one second and I almost vomit. (Writing inspires a little dramatization in me... ). So I'm still running frantically, wondering who I call, what next, checking every spot a second time, when a little more carefully this time, I check her closet and look behind the door. And she is sandwiched in there, so quiet and still, with full cheeks, guilty eyes and a big bag of marshmallows in her lap.
It all suddenly made a little more sense. And if I'd thought clearly for like a split second I would have known she found something yummy in the pantry and hid from me to eat it.
What a stinker. And how lucky is she that when I'm sort of the "maddest" I've ever been at her, all I want to do is kiss her sticky face and hold her.