5 going on 15

Conner experienced his first attempt at running away at the ripe old age of FIVE. He made it to the middle of the backyard where he circled around, contemplating whether or not he really wanted to follow through with it. Then he came to the back door, peered in at me and saw my smile. He stomped off with his fists at his side and made it to the edge of our property. He then stopped, stood still for a couple minutes, and came back to the house. He then came inside and told me he needed to take the sidewalk and headed out front where he stood in front of the garage door. Finally, I told him we need to pick up his dad and to get in the house. He grumbled to himself "this better not take long" and reluctantly got into his carseat.

He told me today, while cuddled up together, "I'm sure glad I didn't run away". Me too buddy, me too.