Paul and I were out with another couple last night - Zach was in charge of the critters back at the ranch.
We got home around 10 p.m. (I know, we're just crazy party animals). As soon as we walk in the door...
Zayd: Hi Mom and Dad!
Strike one. Zayd is still awake.
Me: What are you doing up?
Zayd: I wanted to wait for you to put me to bed.
I come into the kitchen and see Zach in the hallway, trying to pick the lock to the guest bathroom.
Me: Who locked the door?
Zach: I have no idea. And I am injuring myself trying to pick this lock.
Me: Let Zayd get it. (Zayd is a master at picking locks). Zayd! Will you come and unlock the bathroom door for us please?
Zayd comes to the rescue.
Me: Where is Evan and Ethan?
Zach: In bed.
Me: You put Ethan to bed.
Zach: Yes. I put Ethan to bed.
Me: Okay. Thanks.
I head up the stairs to check on Ethan. I walk into his bedroom...
...and Ethan is not there.
After a nano-second of confusion... I head back down the stairs to ask my "sitter" where exactly he put my youngest son to bed.
Me: Zach? Where is Ethan?
Zach: He's in bed.
Me: Uh. No. No. He is not in bed. Where is Ethan?
Zach: I put him in bed.
Now I'm panicked. I'm panicked because as a toddler, Ethan used to hide from us in the house and no matter how many times we would call for him, he would not answer. It sometimes would take five of up to 10 minutes to find him... a lifetime when you are looking for your child. This incident took me right back to those days...
Zayd then offers in a sing-songy voice...
Zayd: I think I know where Eeethhhannnn iiiis!
Zayd: Here. In the bathroom.
What the hell is Ethan doing in a locked bathroom, and how long has he been in there, and why doesn't Zach know he is in there?
We both peer in.
Then we both peer down.
Ethan is on the floor. Motionless.
He's dead. I'm sure of it. My oldest son has left my youngest son to die on the bathroom floor. We can only open the door a couple inches because the bathroom isn't very big, and Ethan is lying on his side - taking up all available floor-space that isn't being taken up by the toilet.
Zayd starts laughing.
Zayd: He's asleep!
Thank you God.
I reel around and look at Zach.
Me: How is it that you didn't know your brother was in the bathroom!?
Zach: I put him to bed!
Me: You actually put him to bed?!
Me: So you made sure he put on his jammies, you tucked him in and you saw him asleep in bed?
Zach: Well... no. But I went up there with him and he said he was going to bed.
Me: Urghh. Zach!
Zach: I didn't know he'd come back down!
I turn back to the bathroom where Ethan is still lying motionless on the floor.
Me: Ethan... Ethan... Wake up. Wake up honey.
Zayd and I end up having to nudge the door against Ethan a few times to wake him up. When he does wake up, he looks totally confused.
Me: Honey! What were you doing asleep in the bathroom!?
Me: Why were you in the bathroom?
Ethan: I didn't want to go to bed without Zayd.
I sprouted at least a dozen more gray hairs.