A few years ago I took my three youngest children to a Halloween party at a large hotel. The kids quickly got too hot in their fleece dalmatian costumes, so they stripped down to their regular clothes. When we left, I carried a very large and heavy armful of costumes, pumpkins, and gift bags out to the van. My youngest lost his balloon, so we went back in for a second one. That was when the unthinkable happened. My baby disappeared! I was chasing down my two oldest, while frantically scanning the room for my toddler. I tried calling to the older ones to stop, but they didn't seem to want to listen. Finally I shouted to them, "Come back! Your brother is missing!!!" My oldest daughter looked back at me, somewhat puzzled. "But Mom," she said. "You're holding him." Sure enough, the bundle in my arms this time was my two year old son, who was so intent on holding his balloon, he was completely oblivious to my panic. You've got to love being a mom!