Two days ago I was putting Clara down for a nap when I heard a frantic 3-year-old screaming, "MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! WHERE ARE YOU!" I could hear him running up and down stairs, opening doors, the whole deal. I quickly put Clara in her crib and ran to Sam.
"I'm here, Buddy, I'm here!" I said as he collapsed in sobs on my lap.
"I couldn't find you. I thought I was all alone in the house," he sobbed.
"Were you scared?" I asked (duh, of course he was but we're trying to increase his feelings vocabulary).
(Sniff) "Yes, I thought you left me all alone."
"Oh Sam," I said, "I promise that I won't leave you alone in the house without an adult, okay?" Instantly the tears were gone and a big smile stretched across his face.
"Okay," he said, "And I promise that I won't leave you alone without a kid."