Literally. When it's quiet and I know Ethan is in the house, I go looking for him. As this common occurrence happened again, I began to scour our very small apartment. I began to get worried after the first sweep of our 25 x 75 foot apartment yielded no Ethan. I was standing in the hall and heard a faint clicking sound. I opened the closet door and discovered Ethan sitting in the clothes basket playing with a flashlight. Such a boy.
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