MOM! DAD! MOM! DAD!

About 6:45 a.m. I woke up to a distant cry. I listened for a minute and determined that it was coming from the field behind my home. I had slept with my windows open. Next I tried to figure out what I was hearing. The more I listened, the more I thought it sounded like a young child crying out, "MOM! DAD! MOM! DAD!"

Brian woke up soon after I did. He listened for a brief moment and jumped out of bed. He looked out the window. We heard it again. "MOM! DAD! MOM! DAD!" He started throwing on his clothes and said under his breath, "I’m coming!" He ran down the stairs, out the door, and around the block to the field.

I checked to make sure our kids were all in bed. I wondered if one of them had maybe wandered out of bed in the night and woke up scared somewhere. They were all sleeping. I went back to the bedroom and watched Brian out the window. He was looking all around. Again we heard the cry. He hollered, "Where are you!?" That was the last cry we heard. I got dressed and ran out to help. He checked the canal. I checked garbage cans.

Nothing. No more cries. We were baffled.

We saw a couple cats run out of the field. Was it the cats? I swear we both heard "mom" and "dad". I guess we’ll never know!

On a positive note, I found my tripod I left in the field a few days earlier. I didn’t even know I lost it.