a few years ago I took my 4 kids to the BYU spring game. this was the one where a lady put me down when I made my oldest daughter take off her red sweatshirt when we entered LES (it was chilly out I admit). anyway, after the game we ran on to the field like everyone else and the next thing I knew my 4-year old son was missing. me and my daughters were running around the entire filed yelling out his name and I was definitely getting worried big. then out of nowhere a man approaches me, holding my son's hand. I almost cried on the spot I was so relieved. My wife wasn't there (she would never attend that kind of thing) and I almost didn't tell her.