Yesterday the boyz had to be dismissed early from school so they could get their flu
But I simply figured he was a sick child, waiting to be picked up by a parent, for it didn't occur to me right then that Eldest's school is comprised of 2nd through 4th graders. He was much too young to be a 2nd grader.
After Eldest's teacher was called to send him to the office for dismissal, Baby and I waited there in the hallway.
I noticed a few adults whispering while surreptitiously glancing at the child on the chair.
And then in walked a town policeman.
At this point, 2 of the office workers, the assistant principal, and the cop were all staring down at the child.
(Imagine how he felt - so small, so scared, so unsure, with all these grownups' eyes boring into him.)
One of the women spoke. "He says his name is Reese, we think. And that he came here to see his brother, Ryan. That's all we can get out of him."
At this point, the child began to whimper.
"Don't worry, buddy. I'm here to help you," the policeman encouraged.
And my heart cracked a bit as it dawned on me right then that the child was alone, and had somehow wandered into the school.
Just then my Eldest came galloping up the hall towards his little brother and me.
And as the 3 of us made our way to the front doors of the school, an echoing announcement bellowed throughout the hallways:
"Any student whose name is Ryan, we need you to report to the Main Office immediately..."