Was it Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Alice in Wonderland, or Stuart Little? Perhaps I've been reading too much children's literature or watching too many movies like Miss Potter, Ratatouille or Pan's Labyrinth, but I just had the strangest thought sequence.
From my bedroom upstairs I overheard a conversation between Zachary and Nicholas. "Nicholas, Nicholas, can you see me?" Zachary was asking in a tin-canny voice. Nicholas responded between giggles, "[Where] are you, Zacky? [Where] are you?"
Thinking it strange that both voices came from the foyer, but one child wasn't able to see the other-- and wondering why the voice of this invisible child seemed to echo, I went downstairs to investigate. I found Nicholas circling the foyer and Zachary greeted me from every direction at once "Hello Mama" but he was nowhere to be seen. "Where are you, Zachary?" I asked myself aloud.
"Right here," he said as my eyes fell on the coat closet. "Oh, you're in here," I laughed and opened the door to end the game, but when I swept the coats aside I was surprised to find the closet empty. My first thought at this point--and yes, I do know this is crazy--but it truly was my very first thought and even seemed to make a kind of tragic sense at the time, my first thought was that he had been shrunk. Maybe he was a mouse or maybe not but he was somehow very, very small and hiding behind the umbrella tip or shouting to me from a pocket of a coat in this closet.
Now, I'm not really crazy and so I didn't stay with this line of thinking very long. I stepped back and tried to consider, if not the closet, where? I scanned the small foyer and wondered, could he have discovered some secret doorway or passage through the walls? But that seemed almost as crazy as my shrinking theory. "I'm right here," he said again and my heart jumped to my throat because I'd thought of the heating vent. Now, that was not an entirely impossible scenario and it frightened me. "Are you in there, Zachary?" I asked in the direction of the grate.
That's when Nicholas tugged my pants and pointed, "Zacky right dere" he said. I turned and saw this...
Zachary was speaking to us through the mail slot in the front door that I hardly ever think about because it isn't used and I usually have it stuffed with cloth to keep out the draft. Mystery solved...and now I'm off to read some non-fiction or watch a documentary or do some math or something disciplined, logical and very left brained.