Always Check There First

As we were leaving for church yesterday morning, John communicated - as only John can do - that he was not happy.

Batmant, we learned, had gone missing.

We searched the toy box and peered under beds. No Batmant. John escalated into a full-blown, I'm two in case you didn't get the memo, rage. I scooped him up and deposited his seething frame into the car seat. Off to church.

Batman aside, it was a trying day with dear old John. Late last night, I leaned over to kiss my slumbering toddler and - lo and behold - there was Batmant.

"Where was Batman?" we asked this morning.

"Wellll," said John, a tad confused, "in the bat cave."