Being a boy

So in the last few weeks we have had a couple of the, " oh, my goodness where is Cooper?" moments. The first happened after dinner one day. Cooper was being quite crazy and so I told him he needed to go upestairs with the girls and get ready for bed. So I thought he did. After about 10 minutes of me cleaning up after the dinner mess I noticed things were a little too quiet. The girls were all playing Barbies but, where was Cooper. First, I looked all around the house. Then again. Now I started getting a little nervous. I had the girls stop what they were doing and help me to start looking for him. I noticed the front door was unlocked. My heart dropped, I was yelling like I have never yelled before just hoping wherever he was he would hear me and come back or come out of where he was hiding. I called Ryan in a panic , I didn't know what to do. The girls by now where all crying because we thought we had lost Cooper. I started calling neighbors. I had someone coming over to the house even. I ran around the house looking in every nook and cranny. Yep!!!! there he was asleep at the bottom of our closet under shoes and clothes. He buried himself. It was such a relief but I have never been so scared in my life. What a little stinker.
Then about four days later when Ryan and I headed for bed we checked on the kids and where was Cooper? Not in his bed. This time I knew he was in the house. We ended up finding him underneath the girls bunk beds. I love him so much but at times I think he is going to give me a heart attack from worrying about him! He definitely makes up for being the only brother in the house.