I walked into Payne's room to get him up from a nap.
The room was empty.
I looked left. I looked right.
I looked up. I looked down.
I looked in all of the corners.
I called out his name and got no answer.
As I was beginning to panic and think that it might possibly have been wise to take a gander at one of those "bad people in your area" maps, I thought to check one more place:
I found him in his freaking toy box. (Note the pillow for comfort)
He was very relaxed.
He said he took his nap in there.
Gosh, guys. I just noticed I'm SUPER low on garlic. Gotta go get a couple of cartfuls at good old H.E.B.
And maybe I'll lift a gallon or two of holy water from mass this week.
No reason. Why do you ask?