Where's Vinny?

In general, my husband picks Vinny up from school, everyday, with a few exceptions.

My cell phone rings, "hello," I say.

"I can't find Vinny anywhere," says Stefan. "He isn't in the garden or in any of his usual places.

"Um, Vinny, Daddy is looking for you," I say to my son, who stayed home sick from school. "He wants to know where you are."

In the background the people at home are laughing out loud hysterically. (Me and Vinny)

Stefan the Dad breathes a sigh of relief.