Big Sis came running in earlier today: ‘Bubba gone!’ she giggled.
I looked around all their usual playing spots – out in the conservatory, in the front porch, tucked around the side of the couch. Nothing.
‘Bubba?’ I called. Hearing a muffled grunt, I followed the noise, finally stopping at the cupboard under the stairs.
Pulling open the door, I found this crammed in with the fuse box and the gas meter: