Not a laughing matter

It was 10PM last night when the doorbell rang, and rang, and rang again. I had just gotten in bed and didn't know who in the world was ringing our doorbell in an urgent manner at that time of night. I rushed down stairs to see who it was. It was this guy:



This is almost 4-year-old E.- one of Brigg's friends and a fire ball neighbor kid who lives several blocks away through winding streets. He is very well known by all the neighbors and police. He likes to walk into people's homes without warning while his poor family is frantically searching for him. One quick personal example: One day I was vacuuming and he walked right in to play with Brigg. I looked out the door and saw his sisters outside playing as well and I thought they had seen E. walk in so I went back to my vacuuming while Brigg and E. played. About 15 minutes later, E.'s mom comes bursting through the door (I didn't hear any knocking since the vacuum was on) and started crying when she saw E. I guess E. had been missing for longer than he was at my house (45 min.). I went outside and the police and entire neighborhood were outside searching. Oops. I had no clue. I felt really bad that I hadn't called E.'s mom to let her know he was at my house. I didn't want to interrupt my vacuuming streak...

So back to last night, E. came in, took off his shoes, and said he was there to sleep over. He was in his pajamas and had a backpack full of stuff! I asked him if his parents knew where he was and he said his dad was in the office. I told him he couldn't come over unless he asked his parents and I explained that Brigg was asleep. E. explained that he knew the "code" to leave the house. I called his mom and she knew immediately that I had E. and said she had put him to bed an hour ago and went check on him and he was gone.

When his dad came to pick him up and gave him a look, I tried so hard not to laugh as I gave him E.'s backpack. E.'s dad looked at me and said "He brought this? Wow, he was packed and ready to go." I said goodnight and shut the door while E's dad put him in a football hold back to the car.

I shut the door and Koby and I laughed hysterically for a good long while. Glad he ain't my kid!