I drove away. I admit it.
True, it was just to the end of the block.......but I just did not want to be in the car with my son anymore!!!
It's happened more than once.
Sometimes he'll stand there, fuming. Or yelling at me (down the block!) and shaking his fists at me.
Sometimes he'll start walking and walk right past the van. Then I just follow him home, and make sure he crosses the street carefully.
You should see the looks I get with that one!!!
Welcome to the club, Amy!!!
Sandy
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Proud foster mama of many;
Proud transracial adoptive mama of:
J, age 9, and Q, age 6-1/2
Still hoping for more kids..... 
Nellie (the cat), adopted stray
"Friends are the family you choose."