was because every time the door opens it beeps to inform you. I was half paying attention and heard the beep and thought my oldest was coming in to use the bathroom or my youngest was coming in for a toy. Nothing I should worry about. 5-7 minutes later my husband comes up the stairs to ask if my youngest made he
is way up. I firmly say "no, where is he?" And he replied he didn't know. I ran down the stairs in a painic and began screaming his name and rounding the house from the basement to the front yard to around the front yard to the backyard, to the point where the neighbor took notice. I thought to myself if I have to round again, I'm calling the cops. Finally, I heard my husband yell that he had found him. I ran to the basement, and there he was crying in my husband's arms. I grabbed him and hugged him and pretty much collapsed in the nearby chair. I was shaking like never before and just thanking god he was ok. Apparently he decided to steal some M&Ms that were stored behind the bar and hide behind some curtains to eat his stash. There were even ones on the floor to prove it. I just couldn't even believe it. He went to pretty great lengths to get that chocolate and we were running around in shock and terror thinking he had run off.
I really didn't recover the rest of the day. The fear had just taken over. I can now the day after see a little bit of humor, but even that is pushing it. The moral of our story was never take your eye off them for even a second, because that second could really cost you.