Anybody else suspecting vw's brother just liked toy rooms?

My one sister liked to take off. And she also liked to be naked. We had a naked todder returned to us in all manner of places.

Once, when I was about 2 or 3, I took off naked and was returned by a truck driver. I'd made it nearly a mile, to the entrance of the highway. My poor mother couldn't figure out why an eighteen wheeler was pulling up to the house, and horrified when he knocked with me in tow because she hadn't realized I'd escaped.

I have no memory of this, so it was a mistake of my mother to ever tell me because it is the kind of thing that can be used against her.

I used to sleepwalk as a kid. Once when I was about four, I walked through the living room and right out the front door as my parents, who were in the living room watching TV, watched in shock. They ran after me, of course.

Emeline doesn't wander, o'course, she's just grown enough to reach the doorknobs if she's on tiptoe.

She does, however, have a wicked headbutt and I am sporting the black eye to prove it.

My one memorable walking away story was when I was a year or so old and at the beach with my parents. I told my mother I was going to find Daddy and left. It took her a little while to remember where my father was--swimming fifty or so yards out.

Other than that, I was more likely to be left behind (because of a book, or I was drawing or performing an experiment) than to wander off on my own.

My brothers and I weren't runners, we were burrowers. The one time that any of us really truly call-the-police-in-a-panic vanished, it was the middle one, Chris (Cass's future intended), who disappeared without a trace one afternoon at the age of two. After several hours of searching the house top to bottom, our parents, in hysterics, called the local police, who started scouring the neighborhood and did one last walk-through of the house looking for any possible evidence. They found Chris at the bottom of an 18-inch high pile of laundry in the corner of the second closet in the master bedroom, playing quietly and very pleased with himself for finding such a warm and cozy nest.

Jessica, on Top Chef I agree that Candace had to go, but I wanted Stephen to go before her. Especially because there is no excuse for speaking to someone the way he spoke to her in the previous episode. So, I wanted Stephen gone this week and Candace next week.

I don't have any memories of wandering very far. I was too scared of things to wander very far. The few times that my mother thought I had wandered off at store, I wasn't actually very far away, and usually I was hiding under one of those big, round clothing racks.

One day I couldn't find my mom at Caldor's (a Bradley's/Marshall's/KMart type store) and was convinced that she had left without me, so I walked home. Well, more like, ran home. It had to have been at least 2 miles. I passed by our local corner market and the owner, Eldo, was outside and tried to stop me. But I was TOO FAST for the old man.

Oh boy, I got into a lot of trouble. Our state Congressperson, Barbara Kennelly was helping my mom tear apart Caldor's looking for me. I did not inspire any local laws, however.

AAAAAAHHHHH! I'm in work hell, I leave for a trip at 1 today, I still have to pack and shower. AAAAHHHHH!

Hey there super grad school star!