Liam is home from school today (teacher planning day) and Ceana is at her babysitter's house, where she generally goes on Mondays. Anyway, I needed to run to the store and get some cash to pay said babysitter, but didn't want to take Liam for a quick trip that would devolve into "Can I buy something PUH-LEEEEEEZZZEEE???!!!". So, after talking to Phil about it, decided that I would leave Liam here for his first time by himself. Bear in mind - it takes, at most, 4 minutes to get to the store, 2 minutes to get cash, and 4 minutes to get back. If that. So after giving him instructions (You know the drill - don't answer the door, which neighbor is home if help is needed, how to call my cell phone, DON'T GET INTO ANYTHING!), I locked the door and left. I called Phil and asked him to call Liam about halfway through my excursion to check on him...
I got home, the house hadn't burned down, Liam was still in one piece (though come to think of it - I haven't seen Merlin yet...;-) and everything seemed fine. I asked Liam if anyone had called, and he said that Phil had. I asked if anyone else had called, and he got very solemn and serious, and nodded yes. I asked who, and his eyes got really, really big as he said "The GOVERNMENT". I looked at him for a second, then burst into laughter. What he probably envisioned as someone coming to get him or to check on him was, in actuality, his father. Calling from work to check up on him. On the home phone that registers "U.S. Government" when Phil calls from the office phone.
Come to think of it - maybe I shouldn't have told him it was his dad. Maybe - just maybe - I should have let him think it really *WAS* the government...bet we'd have a smaller chance of any problems if/when he's ever left home again!
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