Mira is running away from home. She was busted for drawing on the wall ala Tessa. At first it was just a threat meant to scare her father into recanting his “I’m am disappointed in your behavior” statement but when he told her to go pack, she was forced to call his bluff.

With a panic stricken look on her face, she strode over to the big roll of butcher paper we have for coloring. She snatched up 2 crayons, balanced the roll over her shoulder, and announced once again that she was running away forever. The Hubster opened the back door, gesturing grandly in a Vanna White sort of way.

“Bye Sweetie!”

She stood rooted to the floor, her eyes the size of dinner plates. She started flapping her hands a bit, dropping the roll of paper,

“I just a kid, Daddy. I can’t go!!”

What she lacks in follow through she seems to make up for with wisdom. I find it endlessly amusing that of all the things one might need when leaving home- food, clothing, money- she gave no thought to grabbing her piggy bank, her favorite dress or even a pack of raisins. She is truly her mother’s daughter. Give me art supplies or give me death.