This morning Boy2 and I went to the grocery store, as we do every thursday morning. When we got back home he wanted to go outside in the yard, to do something, he said. "You leave me alone Mama, ok?" Ok. I stayed in the kitchen and put away the groceries. I turned on some music and focused on my task. Fitting too much food into a ridiculously small refrigerator.
I heard someone yelling but didn't pay any attention.
I finished up in the kitchen. Someone was still yelling. I went outside to see what Boy2 was up to.
He was standing in front of the gate. It's very tall, much taller than us. No one on the street could see us. But they certainly could hear Boy2. He was yelling, I mean really yelling, "Uncle Daryl and Aunt Denise, come back!" Over and over and over.
I walked up and said, "They can't hear you baby, they're too far away." They live in Illinois.
"Ok, I yell louder."