This summer while I went to a conference, my in-laws watched Spy and Q.

One night, the grandparents and a visiting aunt (who just so happens to teach Kindergarten) took the boys to Chuck E. Cheese.

Hands were stamped, Spy’s bright yellow shirt was noted. There’s a reason I dress him in bright colors.

Pizza. Games.

Wait. Where’s Spy?

Yes, Spy managed to loose three grown adults – adults who know his tendencies.

The lady at the door swore Spy hadn’t left. Staff started a search. Grandparents, Aunt and Q searched.  After 15 minutes, Spy was found hiding in a corner.

The big, giant mouse was scary. Spy had flipped into escape mode.