where's the judgement?

last night owen had ccd.  i was waiting in the parking lot for him to come out.  i saw his teacher lead the class, and as i looked for him, i realized he wasn't there.  i asked her, "where's owen?" and she replied, "owen who?" (nice, huh?!) then i said, "my son, owen." and, she replied, "oh, yes, sorry.  he forgot his treat bag in the classroom, so he went back for it with my two 7th grade helpers.  they should be out in a few minutes." so i patiently waited as other classes kept coming out.  eventually, the kids from our class were all paired with their parents, so our teacher went back in the building to see what was taking them so long.  i stayed outside watching other classes come out to meet their parents.  after a few minutes our teacher was back without owen.  she was surprised he wasn't with me, as he wasn't in the classroom or the hallway.  she decided to try the other route through the halls.  at this point, i am getting a little worried.  where could he be.  the teacher came back out a few minutes later, still without.  at this point, i was about to lose my shit (contrary to popular belief, that doesn't happen too often.) as i begun talking to her, a woman behind me started to address her.  i turned around and to my relief, there was owen! the woman said he was standing at the side of the building near the street crying because he couldn't find his mommy, so she brought him back to find his teacher.  owen told me the boys, aka the two 7th grade "helpers," walked him to the room, but let him come back by himself.  he must have blended in with another class leaving the building.  he remembered that when he went to preschool here, i picked him up at the side of the building, so he went there to find me.  i am thankful that nothing worse happened.  i am grateful owen remembered that i told him if he was lost, he should find a mommy with kids to help him.  but, i am still pissed that this happened at all.