Then he was gone...

Poor Spencer.

Earlier this afternoon he and I went to the store to pick up some mozzarella.
I forgot it (mozzarella) the first trip to the store when the boys and I picked up a loaf of bread and some ground beef for the lasagna.
Anywho, Spencer opted to go back out to the store with me.
We zipped into the parking lot and bailed out of the mom mobile.
Now it had been raining a little bit off and on all day so there were some puddles.
The parking lot was still a bit wet.
As soon as we got out of the car I told him the lot was a bit slick and to be careful.
The look was one of yeah, I know.
We were walking and chatting while crossing the lot to head into the store.
That was when I noticed it was really quiet.
In my head I began to wonder what was up with the kiddo.
I mean he is never quiet, constant chatter at home from the moment he gets up until the moment his head hits his pillow.
I looked next to me and he's not there.
Look behind me and not there either.
Not looking too good.
Then I hear his voice saying, "Uh mom, I'm down here. I sort of slipped."
Sure enough I look down and there he was.
Poor kid slipped down onto his left leg.
Nothing was broken, just a bit embarrassed and he looked at me and said, "So on a scale of 1-5 what's my score for that fall."

Gotta love him!