One afternoon my mother was out and about and my dad was home watching me. As with most two/three year olds, afternoon time meant nap time. My father graciously tucked me in, gave me a kiss and headed downstairs to do his own thing.
About ten minutes later there was a knock on the front door. My father walked over, not doubt irritated to be interrupted from his task.
"Hey Bob," the neighbor said politely.
My father smiled at the neighbor and noticed giggling to his right. He reluctantly followed the neighbor's arm down to see me bopping up and down with giggles.
One can only imagine the look on my father's face at that moment in time. I know mine would have been full of guilt and embarrassment. How could he not notice his child leave the house!?!?! (I was pretty darn sneaky!)
But it gets better....
"Thanks for bringing her back," my father thanked the neighbor.
"Yeah it was no problem," he says. "But you better keep a better eye on her. I found her playing in the middle of the road."
GASP! (Apparently I was an adrenaline junky as a young child!)
My father scooped me up, probably yelled at me a bit and put me back in bed. When he came downstairs he locked the front door and went back to his task. (Or TV show...probably a race or football...that is what men do when we're gone isn't it!)
Five minutes later there was another knock on the door.
"Hey Bob," the neighbor said.
"Road?" my dad answered.
"Yep," the neighbor replied.
Needless to say ... nap time was over! Score one for the toddler!
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