I can’t find my baby

This is Boy.

Boy is 9.

This is him at Typhoon Lagoon.

This is him, after he had ‘gone to investigate Just the front of the lazy river’ and ‘no I won’t go in, just look’.

This was four hours AFTER he had gone to investigate.

Four hours in which we wandered round the park looking for him; reporting him missing and being told he had to report himself missing.

Four hours in which he got out at every stop on the lazy river to see if it was the right one. But discover a ride and ‘just have a shot since he was there’.

Four hours in which he swam towards to guard in the typhoon pool to try and ask him where he was... and was shouted at and told to get back to the shore before he was washed away.

Four hours in which we had NO IDEA what to do and no one else did either.

We sat around when we weren’t looking; we had lunch.... and then all of a sudden there he was; and we were all very relieved and very happy