... when your son go off on his own without telling you where is he going.
Well, our dear son left home for a little bike tour in the neighbourhood - so he says. We've given him the "freedom" to bike on his own under the condition he'd check in every half an hour - just to ease our thought that he's really around the corner. He didn't do so, then you begin to wonder: where the heck is he! The mommy mode in me shifted into high gear. Dad's not worried at all - he'll show up, he says. Close to an hour, he hasn't showed up.
And so I took my bike to look around - nix. Can't find him. I went home to find out he's not in at all. So, dad went instead. After a couple of minutes, he came back - no big boy in tow. Dad took the scooter thinking he's probably biked all the way to the harbour area, he's take a quick trip there - I stayed home just in case he's show up.
When he finally did come home, he was all too excited.
"Where have you been", I asked
"I was at the tennis hall", he replied matter of factly.
"It's late, it's 8pm already", I said, quite annoyed.
"Oh, I lost track of time. I was waiting for (girl's name)", he said. "I waited for her to finish her match and now I have to give her a call if she got home safely".
Grrrr .... I'm out of the loop!
My nine year old went for a date!
Friday, 4 June 2010
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:-)ROFL!!!!
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