As the mother to five children, I find myself counting a lot.
My internal dialogue might go like this: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. OK, everyone is accounted for and buckled in the car.
Or: 1 & 2 are at Scout Camp, 3 is at her friends, 4 is jumping on the trampoline with 5.
You get the idea.
This evening I was going through my list. 1 & 2 are at the pond, 3 is at grandma's, 4 is in my room.
"Hey 4, where is 5?"
"I don't know," says 4.
So I looked around. Trampoline? No. Bedroom? No. Loft? No. Hmmm. Where is that 5? Maybe he is still riding his bike, although he usually likes 2 to join him in that.
I walked out the front door and ran into my number 1....wait, that is confusing. I have a #1 (hubby) and a '1' of 5 (kid).
So it was my #1, the husband. He had a big smile on his face and said, "Follow me."
I almost protested I'm looking for 5, but I followed. We walked along the front of the house toward the garage and right as we were about to turn the corner, I saw 5.
Absolutely, dead asleep.
He had parked his bike in the garage and was walking around to the front door... I guess he was pretty tired and just laid down for a minute. :) So there was 5, asleep on the sidewalk. Everyone accounted for.