News Flash...
2 year old found dancing in the middle of an empty street in local neighborhood.
When asked, "where do you belong little girl" she replied, as she gave me a spin to show the ruffles flaring outward on her dress, "somewhere down there."
As I looked down the street I saw a half crazed woman running down the asphalt road barefoot and in her pajamas yelling, "Elizabeth!"
I turned to the wild eyed princess still spinning and asked, "Is your name Elizabeth and do you know that person running at full speed towards you?"
She replied very casually, "That is one of many names I am called sir and I do believe I recognize that person- now would you excuse me I need to start running again."
With that she took off running faster than any short legged toddler I had ever seen, ruffles flapping in the wind and hair blowing around her face.
Then all was quiet. The crazy woman had stopped dead in her tracks. She seemed to be sizing up her target. The little princess was now hiding behind a mailbox, peeping every so often from the side. It appeared she too was sizing up her accuser.
Now picture an old Western scene...tumble weeds rolling down the empty road...the villain on one end holding her ground and the sheriff standing firm waiting for an opportunity to make the first move.
Then it happened. The frilly princess took her chances again and darted down the street further only to stumble on her bare feet and fall to the ground. The once frantic looking woman gave a slight grin and slowly walked the distance that had separated them.
With crying child pleading for mercy and pointing out her wounds the crazy woman controlled her anger and gently but firmly scooped up what now I realized was her child into her arms and then hobbled back to their house. (her sensitive bare feet were not used to such torture I assume)
I watched as the mischievous child's mother was somehow able to control her discipline until she went into the privacy of her house. There is only speculation as to what happened next to this runaway toddler.
Although upon further investigation I did discover the child's father coming home from work with a bag from Lowe's not soon after the incident. I heard an electric screwdriver running moments afterwards in the front of the house, so I assume stability has resumed in this household.
This is "Wild Child on the Lose" investigative reporter saying...lock your doors, keep both eyes on your little ones, and if all else fells use rope! Good night!
Feb 22, 2011
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Oh my gawd!!!!!! Girl. I don't even know what to say - except I guess she's going to take after Ian! :)
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