Where did he go?

My name is Marie Harriet-Louise and I am a strong-willed woman. You can tell this by my short haircut, my unshaven armpits, and my implanted Adam's apple.  And even though I am what some people would label as a "Tough Bitch Mama," I sometimes get scared.  Here is a recent example of when I got scared: I was playing peek-a-boo with my youngest child, Anthony a few days ago.  This is a fun game that Anthony and I will play for hours on end.  It is always so amazing to see a young boy wonder and get excited.  And because Anthony is nearly 12 years old, (can you believe how time flies?), he sometimes likes to play softhearted tricks during our peek-a-boo games.  (This is where the scare comes in...) It was my turn to cover my eyes and when I uncovered them to scream PEEK-A-BOO! I didn't see Anthony.  He was gone!  Lost forever!  I immediately broke down into a sobbing mess and yelled for Anthony to reappear.  It turns out, he was not actually lost, but he was hiding behind the couch.  Thank GOD!  I cannot go through the process of losing any more children!

Amen.