A county sheriff was explaining that it can take ten minutes to ten hours or more to find a lost child. He responded when a mother called saying she couldn’t find one of her children. The sheriff went to her house. She had eight children, and he could see from the doorway that the house was, in his words, “disheveled.” He asked if he could look around. He found
the missing child ten minutes later. Asleep. Under a pile of clothes. In the closet.
Flo, mother of 3
Bonus cute story: My three-year-old just asked if she could have “more rolly-pollies.” She meant ravioli. 🙂