Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Holla-atcha Boy. I'm Out, Mom.







I wish I could tell you this was Sam's first attempt at running away. Packing up his own bag in a huff, and heading down the road much like his dad may, or may not have done, around the tender age of 4. However, this was an arranged vacating of the house. This is just Sam headed to the grandparents' for the evening.

3 comments:

Laura said...

So cute! I hope he doesn't run away, and I hope he doesn't ever grow into that bookbag. :(

J e n said...

I catch up on your blog if for NOTHING else but to see the sarcastic comments, off-handed titles that keep me laughing through the day and hilarious tags. Good stuff, G :)

Anonymous said...

My sister tried to run away once. She packed her stuff, made it to the street, turned around and came back crying because she knew she wasn't ever supposed to cross the street alone. (:
April S.