So AJ is 5 and he may not live much longer than that! Why? you might ask? Because I just might rrrrrr...... I'm sure you can finish that sentence that EVERY parents says in times of E X T R E M E frustration!
He has walked to the local C store which houses a Burger King also, with the neighbors a time or two. It really is fairly close to us -- just up and around the corner. Well, yesterday, he decides that I don't have enough snacks in the house or the right ones. He gets his piggy bank and gets money from it and puts the handful of coins in a ziplock bag. He comes downstairs to me and asks if I could zip it up. I do, not thinking too much of it at the moment -- MY MISTAKE! After a short amount of time, the brain kicks in (and its quiet too) Where's AJ? Wayne looks for him. No where in the house. No where in the yard or in any of the neighbors yard where he likes to hang out. On further examination, he went out the kitchen door to the garage and out the garage door. The little sneak!
I went outside and whistled and whistled. No response. Waynes throws on his shoes and grabs his keys and has this awful feeling that he has gone up to the C store. AJ also has had issues crossing the street this summer -- but thats another story. Wayne heads up there and there he was looking at the GrannyB's cookies! As soon as AJ saw dad, he knew that he was in
T R O U B L E ! ! ! ! !
HE WANTED A COOKIE! and come hell or high water, HE was going to get one!
On the up side, atleast he knew he needed money! and yes he is still alive and pouting and sad.
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