Remember when I used to liken Chico to a toddler for his unexpected sprees out of my immediate vacinity? And remember last night's post? Didn't I say 'bed rest'?
Today Chico had planned to take the bus to Middlebury again. Ok, so before I left for work I tried to pursuade him to take two crutches to walk down to the town green. Nope, one would do it.
Work ran kind of late and I barely got a call in to Chico around 5:00. Everything sounded ok. Ordinary.
I get home to find him in a chair beckoning me to sit down too. (Just like December-January.)
"Why don't you try out that chair?" I sit down. "So I took two crutches down town today."
"You did? Really? That's great! Thank you!"
"But I missed the bus at the park so I hitch hiked."
I thought he was joking. He wasn't.
Clearly we've moved into adolescence.