My Missing Child

Not to be alarmed.....we did find him. But it was scary for a few moments. We had settled into bed last night, the children had long been asleep, when we heard a loud noise. My husband went to check on the kids and was taking longer than normal, when he finally re-appeared back in our doorway and said "come here, you have to see this". I begrudgingly crept out of my nice warm bed and followed him down the hall to the entrance of our youngest son's bedroom. He then nodded his head telling me to go in there. As I walked into the room, my eyes were trying to adjust to the darkness as I looked into my youngest sons bed. Not there. My eyes swept the room for some hint of where he could be. Nothing. My heart started racing as my eyes struggled to find him in the dark room and I said to my husband "where is he?". I turned around and looked at my husband; "where is he" I said more anxiously. He backed away from the door and headed towards our oldest sons room. "Good" I thought, "he just fell asleep in his older brothers room." That's when my husband stopped and pointed towards the stairwell leading up to our bonus room. There he was, fast asleep on the stairs with his favorite doggy. I covered my mouth to suppress my giggles but it didn't work very well. We stood there looking at him and laughing. He really did look cute, but it sure was a few tense moments I'd rather not repeat again!