Wednesday, 25 January 2012

independence day of my three year old

Sometimes I wish children came with those anti-theft gadgets or microchips to be traced when they decide they're old enough to take a free stroll into the wild. Today my three year old son scared living daylight out of me by disappearing into the vast garden and kept quiet while I was searching for him and shouting myself hoarse. Then ten minutes later, hysteric and voiceless, I found him sitting on a wall in the far end of the garden, hidden by high plants in the vegetable patch, just waiting for me to come nearer, his arms neatly folded in his lap. I asked why on earth he didn't come when I called him, and he said he didn't want to. As simple as that.  

1 comment:

  1. Beautifully written!!! And yes, that happened to me to, a couple of times. My younger one hid himself in our car - God knows how he had managed to open it. I was pulling my hair out and feeling prestroke. And he was sitting their, in his car seat, happy and ready to go, probably watching me and my husband running circles.