We went to a pajama party at Jen and Wibefs house on Friday morning. The boys had so much fun. Jen always gives little "getting in the car" presents for the kids so that leaving is a nice pleasant experience instead of the wailing and gnashing of teeth that usually happens when we leave somewhere fun. So Squish picked out his little rubber cricket and we go in the car to head home. About half way home he started telling me that he did NOT want to go home and nap, he wanted to go back to Wibefs house. I told him we had to nap. Then he asked what we would do after our nap. I told him we were going to stay home and play with Daddy...to which he replied
"I do NOT want to play with Daddy, I want to go to Wibef's house. I will get up and get the car and turn on Noah's movie in the car and turn on the air conditioner and I will go." I asked him who would drive.
"ME." I asked him if Noah was going. "Yes, I will put Noah in and turn on his movie and the air conditioner and I will drive to Wibef's house."
I had to call Jen and ask her to take the keys from him if he did, in fact, show up after nap. For his first shot at running away, I thought it was a well thought out plan.