Last night we lost Alexander while shopping. We'd actually gone to look for a blanket for bicycle rides and he was really excited. We'd also allowed him to walk beside us not attached to us. Being 2 he abused this privilege and bolted. I don't know why we took so long to register that we couldn't see him or why nobody paid us any attention when we started screaming his name. Last night I'm sure I became the crazy gajin (foreigner) ranting. Imagine the scene: I'm dressed like a ... I don't know-someone who didn't go to fashion school... and my eyes are already red and swollen from crying (another tale for another time.) Bebe calmly perched on my hip, didn't even peep. Emiel had the sense to remember that Alexander had wanted to go downstairs and went to look for him. Alexander had taken himself down the escalators (I hated the stupid moving stairs before now I have even more yucky emotion towards them). A woman on the basement ...
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