I just recently reminded of one of the most embarrassing moments of my life thus far. It happened about a year ago. I was going to the bank with both kids in tow. I got in line and Sebastian was playing with a toy on a chair. I could see him so I let him play while in line. I got to the teller, did my business and turned around to where Sebastian was seated. He was missing. My heart jumped. I called out for him and he didn't answer. I called out louder, and at this point people are looking at me. He still didn't answer so I screamed, "My son is missing!" I was in a panic at this point. The bank employees immediately came out, went to the doors and started looking. A fellow patron even told me he had just seen him. At this point I notice a table with a cloth over it. I said, "Sebastian if you are under that table, come out now before I spank you." Out crawls my boy, with wet pants. Clearly he peer himself. Earth, please swallow me up. I grabbed him, thanked the bank, and high tailed it out of there. I laugh about it now, but at the time I had enough adrenaline to pick up a bus. I have never been so scared in my life. It was a teachable moment, and I haven't lost him in a bank since.