Perhaps he's mad because I didn't feed him before I took him to the emergency room yesterday.
He told me that he wanted different parents and that he wanted to move to the house next door. He packed up his most important stuff (books, dvds, his space shuttle) and was ready to head on over until I pointed out that a) they are on vacation right now b) it might be nice to ask before you move in and c) it's bedtime.
He reassured me that when he missed me he could just come next door to see me.
Update: He still wanted to go there this morning but they were still on vacation. How dare they not be there?
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Aw. I was about 5 when I ran away. I put some books in a bag, grabbed my teddy and went next door. She fed me some Honeycombs cereal and called my mom.
I don't even think I was mad, I just decided it was time I struck out on my own.
My god, what horrible thing did you do to the poor kid?? It must be more than just not feeding him before going to the ER.
If you don't confess right now, I'm calling SRS, or the DCF, or whatever the hell they call themselves now!
Hmm, I just typed "Qsocqti" in the box below. Isn't that some ancient Aztec god?
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