She knew something had to go wrong. It always did - especially when things started out so peacefully. There had been only one instance of whining while they got the museum and while the nice lady told them about the pots and pans and the other weird stuff in the glass cases there had been but a mere, shy interruption by little Suze. Of course Maddy would have preferred if the aforementioned interruption had taken a different form than a rather audible 'Maddy? Why does that woman have so much hair on her legs? Is she cold otherwise?'
Maddy smiled at the recollection, ushered the rest of the over-excited kids into the hand of the hairy-legged lady who continued the tour with them and started looking for Craig. Five year old Craig with more curiosity than was good for him and a nose for trouble.
Maddy sighed and rounded a corner. The kid had to be somewhere.