Yesterday, I needed to soak my foot in a hot bath. Telling you why is too long of a story. I'll just say that I was attacked by a can of Betty Crocker chocolate frosting. It wasn't good. When I got out of the tub, I asked Cameron and Avery where Peyton was. They were supposed to be keeping an eye on him. Cameron said, "I don't know." Avery said, "Oh, he wanted to go outside and so I opened the front door and let him out." I screamed at the top of my lungs, "you did what!?" and immediately freaked out. I first ran through the entire house screaming Peyton's name. There was no answer. I threw on some shoes and ran outside on my gimpy foot. Avery said, "I'm pretty sure I saw him go this way," pointing up the street and running off in that direction. Cameron ran off screaming, crying and terrified to get Tyler to come and help us. I was absolutely frantic. I ran up and down the street calling his name. He was out in just a diaper and his pajama shirt which just screams "I have a horrible, neglectful mother who never watches me and lets me roam the streets". Every kind of horrible scenario you can imagine ran through my mind. I decided that running around and screaming was pointless. I needed help right away. I ran back into the house to call Ryan to tell him I had lost our child and that I would be going to hell for it. I ran into my bedroom to use the phone on my desk. I called his him and he didn't answer. I started to call his pager when suddenly I heard, "Mom". I turned and saw Peyton come crawling out from under my bed. I screamed, slammed the phone down and grabbed him. He saw how upset I was and started crying. I nearly passed out I was so relieved. The little stinker had been in my room, under my bed the entire time. Avery had never let him out and when I asked her why she would say something like that she just shrugged and said, "hmmm...I don't know."