I wasn’t surprised by his antics, since he’s pretty extreme with his reactions, it’s either “The best day ever,” or “The worst day of my life!” What I wasn’t prepared for was his follow through on Saturday night.
Shortly after declaring he was moving out, he came downstairs with a pile of neatly folded clothes, 5 pairs of jeans and 5 t-shirts to be exact and his iPod of course. I didn’t have the heart to point out that he was missing his iPod charger. With a look of distain he marched into the room, carrying his folded clothes and announced, “I’m leaving here forever!” Then out the back door he went into the night.
Honestly, I had to try hard not to giggle because it was all so darn cute, he was the first of my boys to “move out” and his performance was admirable. Before he left I asked him a few questions to consider such as, “Where will you go in the dark of night?” To which he responded, “I’m going somewhere far way from here!” Then I asked what he was going to eat while he was on his own. This question stumped him and after some deep thought he said, “I’ll become survivor man!”
After about 10 minutes of living on his own (in our backyard), he came back inside and into my arms, crying saying that he couldn’t tell me a lie and that he loved me and was not really moving away.
What a relief, I would really miss that little guy!