Lost Boy Page #2

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Oh, help, save me!

Save my ice cream!

Jonathan.

Oh, back from the dead.

Do you want to identify him?

- Summer, off the phone, now.

- I gotta go.

Oh, God!

It was him?

No, let me guess--

Wrong hair, wrong color.

We even had

the wrong sex once.

- It wasn't him.

- I told you!

Okay, fine.

I'm going to my room.

All right, Jonathan.

Come here.

Listen.

I'm really, really sorry

about missing your play, okay,

and I promise

I'm going to make it up to you.

It's okay, Mommy.

I know.

Sorry you lost Mitchell.

Okay. Come on.

Oh, you're so big.

Do not pass

without your ice cream.

Here you go.

There's uh, there's

more ice cream if you want.

- I should go talk to her.

- No, I will.

So, he told me.

Ah! Great.

They don't make

e-cards for this.

I congratulate you

for your impending wedding

to my impending ex-husband.

I know. Divorce

in the new millennium

is so civilized.

And then

I congratulate you

on whether

it's a boy or a girl,

and oooh and ahhh

at your ring.

- It's a girl. No ring yet.

- Girls are good.

It's not fair.

You can't ground me!

- I already did.

- It's not my fault.

My mother

is completely insane!

Girls are good

some of the time.

Here you go.

Hey, kid.

Working?

Come on in.

Hi, Laura's voicemail.

My name is Kyle.

I'm handsome and single,

and a really great

conversationalist,

and if I don't sound like

too much of a jerk,

and you want to try maybe

going out with me

on a date sometime,

I'd really like that.

Hi. I'm Laura Harris

from the Mitchell Harris Center.

It's almost impossible

to imagine

that every 40 seconds

in the United States,

a child goes missing.

Hard to imagine unless

it's happened to you.

I want to thank everyone

who works so hard

to give our kids

a safe place to play.

So on behalf

of Mitchell Harris Center

and our son,

I hereby dedicate

Mitchell Park.

I always just give out

my number to anyone...

No, you don't.

This is not a common thing.

No, this is rare.

So you should be really...

Hey. Sorry to steal her,

but we're going to be off

to have some

mother and daughter time.

You'll call.

Bye-bye.

He's a little old for you,

isn't he?

I have no idea

how old he is, Mom.

It doesn't look like

he goes to your school.

- He doesn't go to my school.

- Then how did you meet him?

I just met him here,

at your event.

You just met him and

you gave him your phone number?

You gave... Honey, I--

It's not-- it's not

like he's a predator.

How do you know...

You don't know that!

- He's a nice guy.

- I mean...

Unbelievable...

So, uh, where do you

want to go for lunch?

- I have a total of 68 cents.

- Luckily.

Man, I love your mother.

She'd never make you go to

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