Running Away

I went into my oldest son, Owen's room the other night to put some laundry away to find this note tacked to the front of his television...

"Dear Mom & Dad. I' leaving today or tomorrow. To live with someone else. If you want to know why it's because your too mean. Goodbye."

So, I watched him pack his bag and count quarters to pay for his own toothpaste because Nan & Papa's was too spicy, and then he ran into a problem. How was he going to get his sea monkeys to Nan & Papa's with him while riding his bike? I guess running away wasn't the best plan after all. So, after a long talk and hugs and kisses, I tucked him into his OWN bed and unpacked his bag, which consisted of play clothes, rubber boots, and a toothbrush.