Cole saw the sun setting and said he had no worries — he would just turn the front light of his tractor on. I told him it was a sticker and then asked him how he would turn it on. He got all excited and with a look of triumph he hit the big red button in the middle of the steering wheel.
“Oh…”, Cole murmured after the sad little blurt of a horn sounded.
Cole finally figured it out. While outside playing, he stripped off all his clothes — last word I heard was “Freedom!”. Without his clothes and in the snow, there was almost no way we would be able to find him.
His plan was foiled by the lack of a diaper. One yellow spot later, we found him.
Whew.
What? Ketttccchhhhuuuuupppppppp!
You ARE right buddy — that IS the same look of disappointment that your mother gives me…
I think we need to get Cole some friends outside of Riley and Hobbes. Hissing at one of his toys was the last straw.
It took over a month, but we finally found Cole. After a 3 hour tale that culminated with “to make a long story short”, I am still not sure where he went during that time…but there was a lot of sand in his diaper.
RK showed up early on Saturday morning, so as usual, we gave him what was probably his first meal of the week and listened to stories from “home”. He had gotten lost in telling us one horrific story after another when he realized that the sun was setting and needed to get home. I saw a terror in his eyes that simply broke my heart.
Oh, RK — be safe — wherever you are!!!
I am serious… and don’t call me Shirley.
Thanks for the laughs Leslie.
Shi**er was full!
I wanted to see how Cole would react if he saw me injured on the ground, so I pretended to fall into the leaves I had just raked up. I heard him quickly come over, but rather than run for mom or go get a phone, he jut giggled and walked away.
And I think he just sneezed, no way did he spit on me.
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