Saturday, April 21, 2012

Running Away

While cutting his hair this week, Bob was telling me that he recently visited his daughter Loraine and two grandsons in Vancouver.  Loraine was telling him about a week earlier the boys were very upset with her, and told her they were running away from home. 

They were raised in a very strict, well displined home.  One of the things that was drilled into them, he said at a very young age was, never cross the street.

That afternoon mom helped the boys pack their things for the trip and sent them on their way.

Without showing her true feelings, she reluctantly watched them as they walked out of the driveway, turned the corner, and was out of site. 

About twenty minutes later, their dad was driving home from work, and saw the boys sitting on the curb, less than a block away from their house.  He stopped and asked them what they were doing here.  They said, they were running away from home.  "Well how come you're just sitting here on this curb,"  he wanted to know.  "Cause we're not allowed to cross the street... Remember?"

Leave it to kids to always say... "the darndest things."

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