My missing child

C was suppose to be home at 12:15 yesterday...no C, 12:20.. no C... 12:22 I got in my car and drove to where the bus lets the kids off, no C. Saw a fellow kindergartener "did you see C on the bus" "I don't remember" great! I went to another neighbors house whom has a kindergartener "you see C on the bus" "nope" great! Went to one more house and asked the mom (cause she stands there while the kids get off and waits for her daughter) "did you see C get off the bus?" "C was not on the bus" Oh fantastic. So I think to myself to check at Randys house (C will sometime just walk over there to see if H can play without telling me) C was not there and they had not seen him. Now I panic! I call the school and tell my my kindergartener is missing and was not on the bus. "his teacher said she put him on the bus" that was the response... umm yah I think I have already done the research on this and No he was not on the bus. They are going to call the transportation garage and see if a bus driver had an extra kid. I am driving around frantic. I am in neighborhoods looking for a lost little boy bawling.. I am bawling because I am pretty sure he got on the wrong bus... But knowing C I am afraid he will notice that he is on the wrong bus and get off at some random stop and try to walk home. I am afraid he is lost somewhere in town. I call the school back to see if they have heard from the bus garage.. no they are still trying t figure it out, and she advises me to report him missing to the police! WHAT!! Just find my kid! Who put him on the wrong bus? Can't you radio all the buses and find out is a bus driver has an extra kid with them? So anyway... I call the police and report my baby missing.. describing his backpack. BAWLING! This is the worse feeling a mother can have. I am now going to add in my prayers the many mothers who have children that are missing.
So after 45 minutes of the school trying to find them they call, "we have a bus driver who is bringing 3 kids back to the school whom were on the wrong bus, one of them could be your child"
I get there and it it him.. thank goodness! I kept praying in my car "please Heavenly father let me find him" over and over and over again... I felt so helpless! When he got in the car and I hugged the crap out of him he said "well, it was my teachers fault"