Where's Karis?

During our weekly Wal-Mart run, we herded our children around our shopping cart trying to maintain a sense of order in the frantic Saturday grocery chaos of shoppers. People were husteling to get items off the shelves, and we tried our best not to plow them down along the way. In freezer section it happened. Rebecca and I were opening one of the glass doors reveiling dinner enters for two bucks and fifty cents when we did our minutely youngster head-count. We came up one short. Karis was nowhere to be spotted. We looked here and there calling her name, nothing. For a brief moment time slowed to a crawl, and our hearts pounded hard in our chests. Then we heard it, the faint giggle coming from underneath our stack of items. Karis...