In which my child tries to run away.

A friend of ours was here the other day when Niko woke up from his nap. We heard the two of them talking in the kitchen, and then said friend rejoined us in the living room.

“Was Niko wearing pyjamas earlier,” he asked.

“Yes, why? Is he… is he not wearing them now?”

“No. He’s wearing black pants and slippers and no shirt.”

“Well that’s… that’s odd.”

“And he’s… he isn’t supposed to go outside alone, is he?”

“WAIT WHAT NO WHAT”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought! He tried to tell me it was ok but I made him come back inside.”

“How outside did he get?”

“All the way! He opened the back door and went downstairs and opened the outside door. I was afraid he’d get cold. He claimed there was an angry bunny outside that needed a piece of bread or something? I don’t know. I made him come back inside.”

Later conversation with Niko revealed that he had a tiny train inside his mouth that was telling him things. Also, his pants were on backwards and he wasn’t wearing underpants. I think he wasn’t fully awake, and we obviously need some kind of advanced security on our doors. We had a long talk with him about not going outside without an adult, and had to define that as an adult PERSON who is a HUMAN who he KNOWS. He is not allowed to out out with an adult stuffed animal, an imaginary adult, an invisible adult, an adult alien, an adult book, an adult dog or other animal. Nor is he allowed to go outside and find an adult who is a stranger and just chill with them.

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