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I think it is a well known fact that men are not the most patient gender. And when your man is a 12 year old boy, it’s even worse. At the end of the day, A just wants to go home. Period.

My relationship with my mother is a whole other post that will come someday, but suffice it to say that after years of animosity and hurt feelings we are forging a truce of sorts. She picks the kids up after school every day and they hang out at her house until I pick them up after work.  I decided a few days ago to go inside instead of just beeping, so that I could check out the new, monstrous “smart” TV that had been purchased with the tax return money burning a hole in my stepfathers pocket (you can get on Hulu, and Facebook, from your TV!).

Apparently I was taking too long, because A announced that he was going to start walking home. I bid him farewell, and out the door he went. Now, we live on the other side of the city, it was pretty cold out, and I had no doubt that he would be back in three minutes.

Three minutes passed. No A.

J announced that she was going to take the dog and go and get him.

J comes back 15 minutes later. No A.

My brother takes a shot at it, in his car. No A.

At this point I am not admitting to the fact that I’m starting to feel a little panicked. Ha ha, he wouldn’t really walk all the way home, would he?

My mom suggested that we might want to call the police. By now he had been gone almost an hour and it was getting pretty dark outside. I didn’t want to start an uproar by calling the police, but luckily I have police friends, so I called one of them and he was thankfully on duty. So he starts looking. I get in my car and decide to actually drive the route home. This meant going down a very long and winding road with no sidewalks, onto an extremely busy main street in our city with four lanes of traffic. About halfway home I spotted A, sitting on a lamp post on a corner, patiently waiting with his backpack.

He knew I’d come find him, he knew the way home. And when I asked him if he was crazy, and what he was thinking, his reply was:

“I told you I was going to walk home”.

Yes, yes you did.