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So, to answer your first question, "No, I don't like have the Police at my house."

So yesterday Ethan and his friend are doing miscellaneous jobs around my house for cash.  They had $5 and were going to Harmons to get a treat.  At 6:00 I realized they weren't home yet.  Hmm... those stinkers are probably playing on the video games at Target and lost track of time.  At 6:30 I go looking for them.  Not at Target, not at Harmons, I went to like 7 stores at the District (shopping area near our house).  Ethan was missing football practice by now and the pizza party for having a shut out at Saturdays game.  We even had the rootbeer floats for all the kids.  

I feel sheepish calling Ethan's friend's mom to tell her I have no idea where the kids are.  She takes her 3 kids out and starts looking all over for them.  I am knocking on everyones door and calling the neighbors.  Thinking of anywhere they could be.  When it starting getting dark, I freaked out and called the Police.  I realized that once it was dark, I couldn't look alone.

The neighbors started realizing something was up, probably the cops in front of my house.  Giveaway.  Everyone is looking and now panic is setting in.  A little after 8:30 (3 1/2 hours gone at this time) Ethan and his friend come walking across the lawn of our neighbors towards our house.  I was so happy to see them and was so mad too.  Funny emotions to mix.  

The boys were across the street at the neighbors house playing video games in the basement.  They lost track of time.  Boys.  The house was dark and the boys didn't answer the door the 4 times I knocked or answer the phone, because they knocked it off the hook.  I assumed no one was home.  

So I have lost two kids in two days and had to call 911.  The officer was like, didn't we just come here.  Is this the same child.  No, same family, different child.  Whatever.  I get mother-of-the-year award this week.

Lauren is fine.  I know these things come in 3s but so far, so good.