When it was time for the game to start we moved our chairs down by the bleachers and there was a little confusion as to which side we were on. We realized we needed to get Ivy from the park. But she was gone.
That was not a fun two minutes.
Which seemed like forever minutes.
She had went and found that mom out of all the other people down by the ball field and told her she couldn't find her mommy and daddy. We had practiced such a situation with the kids when we were at the waterpark last month but never at the park park, because we are always there, except for when we aren't. And so, I am thankful for the ending to this story. May it never happen again.