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The Getaway

My little Happy is an imp. If you've read my previous posts about the critter, you'll agree. Today, I came upstairs from my cave to realize there was a growing darkness outside due to a storm coming in. As I looked out the window, I saw a cherub face with curly, blond hair staring back at me.

I yelped.

My little boy was supposed to be safely snug in his room. Instead, he had sneaked out to have a little fun unbeknownst to me.

I could stab myself.

I marched outside and my expression matched the sky exactly. Happy knew he was in trouble the moment he saw me.

This wasn't the first time he had ventured outside. There was a particular time when he had gone over to the neighbor's house. When I realized he had escaped my notice yet again, I called for him outside. He didn't answer, so I became nervous. I sent his older brothers outside and they found him on the front porch of the neighbor's house. Their orders were to bring their brother home.

I should have known that Happy wouldn't obey his brothers. So, they tried dragging him. Grumpy and Sleepy had him by the arms and yet they couldn't drag him. After all, Happy rivals Sleepy for weight and height. When it became apparent that I had to intervene, I marched over there with dirty sweats and tangled hair and another expression that meant death. It was bad enough my kid was screaming in my neighbor's yard, but to have to go over there looking like death warmed over? That was the last straw!

Right now, the child has fallen asleep under his bed. He always finds the oddest places to crash. A few nights before, I looked over the couch to see half of him on the floor and the other half still on the stairs. He had fallen asleep while sneeking down the stairs.

Serves him right.

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Unknown said…
Oh my gosh, I love that boy! I remember falling asleep on my bedroom floor right behind the door, trying to stay up and hear the television because I was stubborn and didn't want to go to sleep. lol. Boys will be boys.

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