She was sitting under the table eating the crumbs off the floor (yum) while I cleaned the kitchen. I momentarily stepped out of the room to put something away. When I returned, she had vanished. I looked around. No Mary. Then I called for her. No response. She always responds. This is when I panicked. I was convinced she had put something in her mouth, crawled away, choked on it, and was lying unconscious somewhere. I started tearing through our little house. She had to be here somewhere!
That's when Greg came in from the backyard with a baby girl covered with potting soil.
Apparently, she had managed to sneak out the back door. (How did she get it open and closed again?) When Greg saw her, he assumed she had been driving me nuts and that I had simply plopped her out on the back patio without a word. He also didn't think much of the fact that I had sent her out into winter weather without a coat. But when he noticed that she was only wearing one shoe and that the other foot was totally bare, he began to wonder if perhaps she had come outside on her own accord.
That's when he found me inside frantically searching the house.
Oh, Mary! She had a cold foot and fists full of dirt, but she was found.
