Trust My Gut Feeling

   “Today has been a bad day, but now at least I don’t have to worry about an essay, or a trig test. Just the toddler. How hard could that be? I do it almost everyday,” I thought to myself as I strolled into the toddler’s room. I saw him standing at the edge of his crib angrily waiting for someone to rescue him from his boredom. Today his rescuer would be me; I walked over and picked him up. As soon as he was away from his crib and into my arms, he began to relax, and stopped crying.
   When he was not crying he was the cutest and most lovable toddler on earth. With his guilty grin and innocent expression you could not resist laughing and constantly playing with him. When he cried, some unexplainable energy in your body forced you to pick him up and comfort him as quickly as possible. Nevertheless, today was different. I could not forget about the embarrassment of my worst day ever. All I wanted to do today was to read my new magazine. Every time I read one of my magazines, I become part of the celebrity world, and have better problems to deal with than a bad day at school. I had to worry about fitting the latest fashion trends and which super star I was going to date next. This was the good life, even if it was my imaginary life.
   I carried him down the stairs and into the living room; he quickly reached out towards his toys. I set him down on the cream carpet, relieved to finally get to read my magazine. I hurried to my bag and found my magazine. Suddenly I had the urge to use the bathroom, but I had more important things to do. So I sat down on the couch and eagerly opened my magazine to the first page. I switched into my imaginary world of luxury. A few minutes later, I reluctantly looked up from the pages of my precious magazine. Panic rushed my body. I could not see him. I began shouting his name.
   “Jensen! Jensen, where are you?”
   Nothing. I began systematically checking each room working my way down the hall of doors. I examined each and every crevice for him.
   “Why me? When I finally had the chance to enjoy my magazine, he has to go get lost. JENSEN!”
   After what seemed an eternity, I was finished. I had checked all the rooms in the house. Worst of all I still needed to go to the bathroom. But I had to find him. How was I going to explain this to his parents?
    “Umm, excuse me Mr. and Mrs. McDonell, but I seem to have lost your child. Just give me a few seconds to freak-out a bit more, before you start screaming at me,” I whispered into the silence as if I was rehearsing for a presentation.
   “Breath, just breath! He couldn’t have gone far.”
   The need to use the bathroom was overwhelming. I had to go. I ran towards the nearest one, the door was partially ajar and the light inside was on. Why would the light be on? I was the only one there, beside of course, Jensen, the lost toddler. But I did not have time to worry about who turned the light on. I HAD to go!
I shoved the door open, and slammed it closed behind me. I turned towards the toilet. There he was, on the toilet, playing with his teddy bear. I should have guessed.