Runaway

Now that the boy is nine, he has gotten more bold. I picked up both kids from cdc because Dave told me he was still close to work when I was leaving. My plan was to have Brandon do whatever homework he had remaining before dropping him back to basketball. He came with me, but he was not happy to have to do homework at home. Normally, Dave is able to pick him up a little earlier and have him do homework then. But after practice tonight, Dave had a baseball meeting, so there wasn’t going to be time for him to do homework after with him as he normally does. Brandon had piano to practice as well, since lessons are tomorrow. Well, he wasn’t having any of this, so while I was cooking dinner (fish, broccoli and rice), he stormed out of the house. He did so several times, testing me each time. I was calm and told him if he left, I’d be locking the door behind him. He paced, he cried, and then he left. Peyton watched everything go down. Both have tried to leave in the past, and I’d hear a knock on the door begging to be let back in. Well, the final time, he grabbed his basketball, put on his shoes, and declared he was walking to practice. I locked the door and awaited a knock. After a few minutes, I called Dave to inform him of the situation. He was already at school, but he didn’t want to leave to drive around. I told him I had Peyton, who was doing homework, and I had food cooking. Five more minutes passed, and at this point, I knew he was on his way. Luckily, it was still light out! I texted Dave to tell him if and when he did make it, that he wasn’t allowed to practice. I wasn’t sure if he’d follow through or not, since he is reluctant to take sports away from him. Previously, Brandon never cared about sports that much in the first place, but recently, he’s really taken to basketball. Apparently, he was calling our bluff. I went about business as usual, with one less kid. I half-expected a knock on the door from the local authorities, but that didn’t happen. We ate dinner, and then I got the text “he’s here”. That was it. No further details obtained. I got Peyton showered up, piano practiced, with books packed away for tomorrow and reading in bed. She finally got the quiz she’d been working on right! It was a tough one, but she was in the right mindset to get it done. The boys came home at this time, and I heard Dave getting ready to leave. He then did leave, and Brandon knocked on Peyton’s (locked) door and said he needed to read. I ignored him, wanting to put Peyton to bed first. I heard him shower on his own, brush his teeth, and then I came out to talk to him about his behavior. I told him it wasn’t a good decision, and for the reasons I felt that way. Anti-Inflammatory Effects According generic cialis without prescriptions to a research published in the Journal of Manipulative and Physiological Therapeutics July / August 2000 edition. 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He also did some math, figuring how long the girls were missing from their homes, and their descriptions of the house where they were held captive. Sometimes they only ate one meal a day. That resonated with the always-hungry kid. And showering only twice per week, and using a toilet that was only emptied (it was plastic) “infrequently”. Those girls escaped. We then turned to Adam. This story scared me silly back in the day, as the boy was my age. And he was decapitated, after being abducted from a Sears. Yes, we have one of those in town, too. There was some information about being lured by toys and candy (he was 6). While he was reading, Brandon inserted, “Well, I’d NEVER do that! That’s crazy, toys and candy…sheesh.” After he read about 30 minutes, I asked him what route he took. He told me he crossed when there were no cars coming. I asked him if he crossed with the lights, trying to sound nonchalant. He was referring to the smaller streets before the big street. I asked him what happened at the big street and if he crossed by the fire station or the apartments. He said by the apartments, and emphatically, “against traffic.” Then, he told me he went the rest of the way, the way that Daddy goes to school in the morning. I asked him if he dribbled the ball across the street or while he was walking. He said he kept it under his arm the whole time and didn’t dribble. (I know his dribbling isn’t good as he’s lost the ball in the parking lot before, so I was hoping he wouldn’t!) I asked him what happened when he arrived at practice. He said he wasn’t allowed to practice, and that Dave made him sit there. So, I recapped with him about what happened. He said he left because he didn’t want to be late for practice. I told him that he would have made it on time had he done what he was supposed to do, and I had driven him back. Instead, he had to walk, and then had to sit through all of practice. It was a lose-lose for him other than the fact that we know he now can get there on his own. My mom told me “he’ll never do that again”, however I think that it empowered him to do it again. He knows he can make it, but perhaps he’ll think twice after his reading tonight. I told him stuff happens all the time in our town; in fact, he passed the house that had the attempted break just a few weeks ago. I told him the kidnappers won’t wait for him to buckle his seat belt, won’t provide him with a booster seat, and that his life here is no where near as horrible as that described by the three victims from above. Let’s hope it sinks in. And hope that Peyton doesn’t take notes!