Syd came in the house and told me this detailed and completely dramatic tale about how her fiance had done her wrong.
There were sentences that went : "and I told him, I'm not playing with you any more. I'm going home"
and I would respond with so much understanding and 110% of my attention, "I'm sorry honey. He's your friend, you'll make up."
and then she said it, (if she were to be-bop her head side to side with the attitude that came from the next sentence...it would have fallen right off of her shoulders) "I am NOT going to marry Nate. He is TOO bossy."
(ahem, queen of bossy pants)
She not only called it off but immediately went to her room, got her backpack and started packing. She invited Spencer on her journey, and with all of the comprehension he could grasp, he too went along for the ride.
Luckily they changed their minds juuuuust about the time we packed up Bav's to go to grandma's.
As they headed to the van Syd mustered, "I didn't pack any food any ways...just a bunch of toys"
(I thought you ran away WITH the boy...not because and FROM the boy. Oh to have this kind of heartache at such a young age :)
