Monday, March 24, 2008

Not to compare my kid to Jesus or anything, but...

Sam ran away from me yesterday. Like, really *ran.* He jumped a fence and ran into the golf course behind his grandparent's house. He ran and ran and ran. (He wasn't mad; he said he just wanted to run.) I tried to follow him, but he was really, really fast.

He ran for about a mile. (The kid is four years old!)

When I finally caught him (and called Steve to come pick us up), I didn't know whether to be mad at him for not listening to me when I told him not to run away or to be sincerely *impressed* at his obviously abundant running talent.

Kinda like Mary musta felt when Jesus ran away to go preach to people, I think.

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