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HF: Haiku’d They Be Home?

Or, “What Goes Through a Four-Year-Old’s Mind: The Quintessential Statement and Question”.

Haiku Friday He whined begged all day
“Can I go play with Tristan?”
“She’s not home right now–”

He doesn’t believe
I relent and send him off
“Fine, off you go then”

One stipulation:
“If she’s not there, come right back”
He said, “I will, Mum”

Watched him walk over
Her house is across the street
Further than you’d think

I waited to see
Ha! I knew she wasn’t there!
Watched him walk down drive

Then he stopped and spun
Doubled back, walked through the gate
Yard, he was headed

Slipped on my flip flops
Beats me what he was up to
I had to see this

Walked all the way there
“Ian, what were you doing?
Come on, she’s not home…”

Eyes popped then heart jumped:
“I went through the doggy door”
My son, the crim’nal

I put the fear of death into him. By chance the phone rang when we got back. He said, “who was it Mummy?” “The POLICE!” I said curtly, trying not to smirk. Then we had a chat about social integrity (believing when people aren’t home because they don’t answer the door and you shouldn’t go check, just to make sure), criminal behaviour and house casing. He won’t be doing that again. I hope.


Photo Hunt: Bright

I had a hard time coming up with anything this week. There were lots of instances where the sunlight outside was bright, but it wasn’t evident in the photo itself. Here is a photo of Ian when he was around the same age as Cameron is now: