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		<title>By: Bortski's Auntie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bortski's Auntie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2007 15:09:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Loved the story...Knowing the Bortski, I can totally picture it!  How scary!  I had a similar experience with &quot;Roo&quot; (the Bortski&#039;s cousin) last week in the mall (I forgot about it until I read your story).  The store was very crowded with clothes racks (not people) and she was out of her stroller (mistake #1 on my part!)  Long story short, she was having fun hiding in the clothes hanging from the racks.  Most of the time, I could see her, but at one point, I couldn&#039;t.  Had no idea where she went.  Was calling her name. Nothing!  My  heart started racing!  I was panicked.  Ran for the door of the store to the mall!  Didn&#039;t see her!  I was about to burst into tears when she jumped out and said, &quot;Hi Mama!  I hiding!&quot;  (Of course, this all happened in about 2 seconds...how far could she really get!)  I didn&#039;t know whether to hug her or kill her!!!  (I hugged her!...and strapped her back into her stroller...kicking and screaming!)
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loved the story&#8230;Knowing the Bortski, I can totally picture it!  How scary!  I had a similar experience with &#8220;Roo&#8221; (the Bortski&#8217;s cousin) last week in the mall (I forgot about it until I read your story).  The store was very crowded with clothes racks (not people) and she was out of her stroller (mistake #1 on my part!)  Long story short, she was having fun hiding in the clothes hanging from the racks.  Most of the time, I could see her, but at one point, I couldn&#8217;t.  Had no idea where she went.  Was calling her name. Nothing!  My  heart started racing!  I was panicked.  Ran for the door of the store to the mall!  Didn&#8217;t see her!  I was about to burst into tears when she jumped out and said, &#8220;Hi Mama!  I hiding!&#8221;  (Of course, this all happened in about 2 seconds&#8230;how far could she really get!)  I didn&#8217;t know whether to hug her or kill her!!!  (I hugged her!&#8230;and strapped her back into her stroller&#8230;kicking and screaming!)</p>
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		<title>By: Sinead</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sinead</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 19:52:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Eeek, you must have been out of your mind with worry!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eeek, you must have been out of your mind with worry!</p>
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		<title>By: Melissa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Melissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 23:55:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great story with a happy ending! Reminds me of my stepson &quot;C&quot;. When he was about 2 his mom couldn&#039;t find him. She was frantic with worry and just as she was about to call the police she got a brilliant idea. She called out &quot;Hey C do you want a cookie?&quot; The instant muffled response from under the bed behind a bag she hadn&#039;t seen when she first checked there . . . &quot;Coooookie?!&quot; and out he scooted!
Ah the way to a man/boy/toddler&#039;s heart! :-)
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great story with a happy ending! Reminds me of my stepson &#8220;C&#8221;. When he was about 2 his mom couldn&#8217;t find him. She was frantic with worry and just as she was about to call the police she got a brilliant idea. She called out &#8220;Hey C do you want a cookie?&#8221; The instant muffled response from under the bed behind a bag she hadn&#8217;t seen when she first checked there . . . &#8220;Coooookie?!&#8221; and out he scooted!<br />
Ah the way to a man/boy/toddler&#8217;s heart! <img src='http://www.mamaknowsbreast.com/wp/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Shelly</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 17:28:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh my goodness how scary! Glad everything turned out OK!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my goodness how scary! Glad everything turned out OK!</p>
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		<title>By: laura</title>
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		<dc:creator>laura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 12:06:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i like all your stories, breastfeeding or not. keep them coming please.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i like all your stories, breastfeeding or not. keep them coming please.</p>
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		<title>By: Colleen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Colleen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:25:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As I was reading your post my heart started beating faster and faster. I was reliving the same thing that happened to us just about a month or so ago. Except that we heard my son scream and that&#039;s why we went to his room. We were even checking the windows to make sure he didn&#039;t jump (or fall) out! He was hiding under the covers of our bed with the dog. We just thought it was the 65 lb. dog. When we finally found him we didn&#039;t know if we should laugh or cry. We all hugged the rest of the night. Glad it turned out well for you too.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As I was reading your post my heart started beating faster and faster. I was reliving the same thing that happened to us just about a month or so ago. Except that we heard my son scream and that&#8217;s why we went to his room. We were even checking the windows to make sure he didn&#8217;t jump (or fall) out! He was hiding under the covers of our bed with the dog. We just thought it was the 65 lb. dog. When we finally found him we didn&#8217;t know if we should laugh or cry. We all hugged the rest of the night. Glad it turned out well for you too.</p>
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