Well, ten minutes later someone (I think it was Matthew) said, "Where's Andrew?"
"What!?!?" I turned around to look at the empty carseat at the back of the van. Then I looked again. Sure enough, Andrew was not anywhere in the car.
Needless to say, Kevin turned the car around and raced back to Pop's house. On the way back, we called a neighbor and asked him to go over to check on Andrew and to calm him down. I was pretty upset thinking how terrified he must be getting left behind like that.
When we finally got back to the house, Andrew was in good spirits chattering away to the neighbor. While I had been trying to herd everyone else out the front door, he'd gone to change his clothes. He'd unlocked the front door, saw that we had gone, and then went back inside to see if he could get on the laptop and play computer games. He said he started to get "a little bit sad, but not too much."
Silly Boy. At least he wasn't scared, even if the rest of us were.
And hey, we made it through 9 years of parenthood without ever forgetting one of our children. That's not so bad, right?