He peered at me, worriedly, "Where are you?" Jet was pretty tired, too, as he'd walked the two miles home from pre-school and then played for a few hours with Tanner, Macy, and Mikayla.
"I'm not sure..."
He frowned again, lower lip pursed. "You're here, Mom. In my room."
I grinned. "Thank you, Jet, for finding me."
"No prob, Mom." and he hugged me.