Drew ran away from home yesterday. Of course, he needed my help in packing but I was glad to oblige. We punished him for putting magnets in his mouth and that was the straw that broke the camels back for him. He said he was going to move in with the family across the street, he was certain they would treat him better.
I pulled out his suitcase and snuck downstairs to call across to their house to ask if they were busy and if Drew could come for a short visit. After filling them in on what was going on and what I wanted them to do, they were happy to help.
I walked Drew across the street, said goodbye and turned around. He skipped up to their door and was let right in.
The neighbors harassed him in the way that only truly good-natured people can. They showed him where he'd be sleeping, not in the youngest daughters bed like he hoped, in the basement where it gets really dark. They made him work in the kitchen. After about 5 minutes of this I walked over to retrieve him and he came running out the door before I even made it to the porch. He was quite a sight running outside in his cowboy boots with his little suitcase bumping behind him.
I've never seen him so happy to be home and in his own bed.
The grass is not greener, Boo Boo!
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