If you've been reading my blog for a while now, you know that I'm not really a kid-fan.
Unless you're talking about this kid. He's awesome.
Let me preface this by saying... I know it's not the same.
BUT.. last night this little guy didn't come home. And still hasn't come home for that matter.
He's quite the little con-artist and he scaled our "cat proof" fence and escaped. He does this all the time, but usually he just goes to the front door. Lewis meows like crazy, and I know that Sam has escaped.
I can't imagine how mother's worry about their children, if I worry this much about my cat.
Maybe there are motherly instincts buried in me somewhere after all.
Come home Sam, you little jerk.
..not so motherly. I know.