If Only He'd Asked For Directions

Early, early, EARLY this morning my super-sonic mommy hearing was activated.  I could hear my little man whimpering.  Then calling for me.  Then starting to cry.

So I went into his room, prepared for a VERY long morning to find my little man curled into a ball at the bottom of his bed.

He looks at me and says "Mommy, where's my blankie?"

I ask him if he wants to lay down...but it soon becomes apparent why he's at the bottom of the bed.

He's lost and can't find the pillow.

Kid totally has my sense of direction.