Cameron has it figured out....he puts on his shoes, and if I'm in the room he'll ask me if he can go out and ride his bike on the porch. I usually see him go once or twice back and forth before he disappears. If he doesn't see me in the room he'll just leave the back door open without a word. Where does he escape to? Almost always to the same place...Grandma's door step. Luckily my mom knows I never just send him, and he escapes without asking so she calls me on the phone to let me know he's there, saving me from a heart attack on several occasions. Today she didn't hear his knock but she did hear the water gushing from the outdoor faucet he turned on by her door. I tell him every time not to go to Grandma's with out asking. It happened two more times today without a word before I got smart and locked the back door.
Monday, January 13, 2014
What "I wanna ride my bike" really means...
Posted by allison nadauld at 12:40 PM
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