Barefoot Nico & A Slight Adventure

We dropped Nico off at my parents' house this past weekend. He was due for a mini-vacation, just him and his grandma and grandpa.  We got there late Friday evening... he was excited! It had been almost a year since he last got to spend the night.

The excitement wore off mid-morning the next day. He wanted to come home. In the worst way.
He called me and said that he knew I missed him... and because of that, he should come home! Mind you, we live about 40 minutes from my parents... it wasn't a quick drive. Knowing he was perfectly fine, I told him to behave and enjoy his time.

My mom called a few minutes later. Nico certainly has a mind of his own.

He decided that he was coming home, one way or another. He literally packed up as much as he could, in his little suitcase, grabbed his bear and exited the front door.

Nico was about 5 or 6 houses down the road, when he realized that the ground was too hot for him to be walking barefoot. He finally succumbed to my parents who were calling him from their front yard.  However, he refused to bring his suitcase back. My dad had to eventually rescue it.

All was forgotten, of his failed attempt at escaping, when my parents took him out for pizza and games later on that night. Nico called me again, but only to ensure that I was looking at the super moon at the same time he was.

He had a great night. But wouldn't you know that he had my parents in the car at 12:30 the next day to bring him home, earlier than planned?! He said he just missed us toooo much! :)

I love that kid.