It's day two of being kid-less, and I'm afraid my son still isn't taking it well.
He announced to his grandparents that he wanted a map, and that he was going to walk home. (He would have to walk from Cleveland to Cincinnati to accomplish that feat.) They gave him a map and he started walking. He made it half-way down their driveway.
At bedtime, I called him, as I promised I would. He insisted that I read him a bedtime story. So I did. I think he felt better after that. One more day to go - will he survive?