Boo Goes Missing (Again)

Happily reunited with his "kid"

Today Arthur and I went to Target to pick up a few things, then walked across a large parking lot to Lowe's.  I was trying to pick the right floor wax when Arthur said, "Where is Boo?"

Of course, he had left Boo at Target. 

"I'm scared," Arthur said quietly.

I picked him up so we could walk faster and we rushed back to Target.  He clung to me like an infant and whispered, "I love Boo."

And then, after a few moments, "I need Boo, I guess*."

After a worried search Arthur found Boo himself, sitting on the magazine rack where Arthur had left him. 

Usually Arthur pretends to be Boo's "daddy" but when we got back to the car he started breastfeeding him.  "I am also sometimes his mommy," he explained.

Arthur always seems so mature and smart and self-assured, it's hard to forget he's only two and a half . . .

* Arthur always affixes "I guess" to the end of statements of strong feeling.  "I am angry, I guess," or "I'm scared, I guess," or "I missed you, I guess."