Eaten by the Alligator

We just returned from vacation.  We had a wonderful time except for one big incident.  Happy Feet loved the elevator that was in our hotel...she called it the alligator. My husband and I were talking to some people that we met at the pool when it happened.  Happy Feet hopped on the "alligator" and she was gone.  I could hear her crying as she went down.  My husband and I just looked at each other in disbelief.  He ran down the stairwell yelling for her like a crazy dad. I stayed put with Red Shoes and Swoosh.  I called the front desk for help and they sent about 12 people.  She was gone for what we think was around ten minutes.  It was awful...I was really worried that she would get outside and get run over or that she would drown.  She was finally found by guy who worked for the resort and she was pretty pale and looked very scared.  He found her outside she was coming up the parking garage ramp.  When I saw her I just grabbed her and started sobbing.  She was very quiet the rest of the night...if you know Happy Feet you know that's unusual.  We talked about what happened, about staying with mom and dad, what to do when you get lost, etc.  It really made me think about some things.  When I questioned her again about what she should do if she got lost she said, "but I won't (get lost).  Oh boy.  This girl...so independent and so strong willed. I love her so deeply, but my oh my. She makes us up our game time and time again. Pin It