Wednesday, September 19, 2007
My little Heart Attacks
We live in a very small town. My in laws live on the same street as us. For the past year, we have allowed our children free range on our street.
They are not allowed to leave it. they know this rule. They follow this rule. Always.
Until today, when, for the first time, they decided to leave the street. And I had a heart attack.
A three and a five year old boy. Alone, and neither of them thought to bring a map.
After fifteen minutes of tears and fear (mine), we found them, six blocks from home.
"We're going to the South Pole. To the place where Santa Lives"