Getting Lost

Yesterday I had a very scary experience whilst in town with the kids. We were walking along and the kids like to be able to walk by themselves and so Hannah was up front - by a little bit but I could see her - and Josh was to the side of me but I kept looking that way to check he was OK. I then started moving over to the side to go into a shop and when I checked to make sure I had both children I couldn't see Joshua.
It was only a couple of seconds but he was gone, so I called for him but no reply, I called again but no reply, I couldn't see him so I started running around shouting his name with increasing panic in my voice. I grabbed Hannah and was holding her whilst trying to find Joshua. Someone asked me how old he was. 3 yrs old. Others stopped and looked whilst others realised I wasn't joking, I seriously couldn't f ind Josh. After much panicking some shoppers found a boy on his own, crying. I don't know the details as I wasn't where he was. At first I couldn't see him and the shoppers were saying "over there", I was saying "Where" and eventually I found him. A kind lady with her children offered to look after Hannah whilst I ran to Josh. I hugged him tight and relief poured over me in the form of crying. And the panic - where was Hannah, screaming "Where's Hannah" and someone who knew me from when I worked at the pizza shop (I vaguely recognized her, but recognition is not a strong point when in the midst of panicking) calmly told me she was "over there" by the shop we were going into. Relief. Back together. But OMGosh, my heart was pounding and I was still shaking and kind lady gave me a hug.
WoW what a scary experience, the most scary part is knowing it only took a couple of seconds for Josh to get lost but (maybe, not sure of time) 5 minutes to find him. I don't know whether he followed some one else or just carried on walking. I'm just glad I can sit here and blog about it knowing they are both sat on the sofa eating chocolate cereal and are safe.