It's ten o'clock. Do you know where your children are?
We Have A Winner!!! 05/25/10
All of the eggs are just as I left them, unfertilized and unhatched.Winner: Bethany (@Auburnrose)
Reason: Some great answers but this one made me choke on my water.
Sunday January 1st, 2023
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6 comments:
At ten o'clock my son is safe in his bed, usually sucking his thumb loudly. As I peek in his room to check on him one last time before I go to bed; I find him curled up in a ball with his legs pulled way underneath him, thumb firmly in his mouth. It is a peace I will know for such a short time, as he will grow quickly and I might not always know he is safe and sound at ten o'clock at night.
At 10:00... my daughter is thick in the middle of her Yellow Room preschool curriculum. Snack time, learning centers... my son is at daycare, enjoying a morning snack. Graham crackers, milk, banana or applesauce.
Oh wait... you meant at night?
Funny that this is the prompt today. At 10 o'clock I was reading books to my daughter, using the sun as a light. My son was throwing a ball for the dogs and shrieking with joy as they raced around the room. They were safe and sound.
At 10 o'clock, as the sun went behind a cloud casting a shadow over the page I was reading, I looked out the window. A young boy was following the steep sidewalk up the hill wearing a pair of Superhero underwear and not a stitch more. I put my daughter on the floor (to her loud dismay) and looked down the street. The little boy was alone. I looked back to see if he had capped the hill and found that he had picked up a stick. It was dragging on the ground next to him as he continued to place one foot in front of the other.
My children were very sternly instructed to stay in the house. I went outside and started to follow him. Luckily, my neighbor, Lisa, pulled into her driveway about this time. She followed the boy while I ran to get my phone. I called the police and explained the situation.
Lisa and the boy appeared at the top of the hill, walking side-by-side. He told us he was five years old and refused the offer of warm clothing. He told us he was looking for his brother. I relayed this information to the police and then reminded my own children they should be in the house.
The boy grew tired of questions and began to wander away. Lisa and I began to follow him, encouraging him to stay at the house to no avail. My other neighbor, Sandy, came out to help. I asked her to stay with my children which she gladly did as I continued to tell the police where he was headed. Two blocks later, the boy saw his sister and called to her.
She ran to greet him, clearly surprised he had left the house and relieved that he was okay. "It's 10 o'clock, Lisa intoned, "Do you know where your brother was?" Lisa and I released him into her custody. I wondered why she wasn't in school. Lisa made a comment about it as well. As we rounded the corner to my house, a policeman pulled up. "He's home with his sister in the Prescott Place Apartments," we said.
Lisa added, "His sister's name is Tani Brown. She's in my son's class."
The police officer left to follow up. I went home and thanked Sandy for watching my kids. I hugged them, glad to know that I always know where my children are at 10 o'clock or any other time of the day.
I don't even know who my children are.
davidseven--HA!
10 p.m.
Zoodle is quiet, but I'll check on him.
He's snoozing with hair in his eyes. (Needs a trim.)
I don't hear a peep--
Chickie must be asleep.
Nope, she's looking at books by her nightlight so dim.
All of the eggs are just as I left them, unfertilized and unhatched.
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