Where yo Mama?

So, you're at the fair with your 5 kids, your nephew, and the cousin from across the street. You are keeping track of kids, letting the older ones go from ride to ride and checking in every 20 or so minutes.

You keep really good track of the little ones....21 months, 5, 7, and 9. As in 'you don't leave my sight' kind of track of them.

Yes, we are in BFE, yes it's a small 'everyone knows everyone else' kinda place, but hey, people lurk in THESE kinds of places for THAT.VERY.REASON.

So, at the little kid motorcycle ride, I have my 2 littlest ones. My BIL has his son and my 7 y.o on another ride. Here comes this doe eyed little boy. Bawling his eyes out. He MIGHT be 4.

Yeah. You guessed it.

"Where is your Mommy?" I asked.
"I don't know!!!" He blurts out and starts to wander again. I took his hand. I offered to stay with him while we found her. Another woman says to him "I think your mom is Jill, right?"

Nodding. Ok, so we're looking for his mom. I have no clue who she is. I put him and my 2 littlest on the motorcycle ride. Now I can watch him, without hanging on to him for dear life. We wait.

She is still looking for the mom.
I get a generic description of her and send my husband and BIL off to look for the strawberry blonde-hair in a clip-pregnant chick who SHOULD be frantically looking for her son.

She wasn't.

Are you fucking serious?

I had this kid a good 10 minutes. At least.

He gets off the ride, she walks up and hugs him. She walks off. I'm dumbfounded.

Hey lady, I found your kid. I didn't molest him, I didn't rape him, I didn't kill him. I didn't drive him 2 states away and buzz his hair off. You're fucking welcome.