That Time I Lost My Son at Disney World (and a Few Things I'd Do Differently)

When I flagged down the cast member for help, the first thing he asked me was, "What does your child look like?" And I said, "He's about this tall, he's wearing a goofy hat, and he's really cute." Brilliant, right? The guy looked at me like I had just described every other kid at Disney, because, well, I had. In any other moment I can describe my son right down to his every freckle, but not when I was panicking. If I had a picture from the morning I could have just shoved my phone in his face and said, "THIS is what he looks like!"