Or another Little Miracle
So the kids were playing outside this afternoon. In the backyard. With the gate shut. (well, as shut as it can be. It doesn't close all the way because the genius who built it made it too big. But we have solved that problem but closing it as far as it will go and then pushing a huge brick paver up against it.)
My three oldest were out there, along with a couple of neighbor kids. My oldest was under instruction to keep an eye on my 2 yr old. So when I went out to tell them that it was time to come in, and I asked her where her brother was, and she just at that very moment noticed that the gate was open, I was a little upset.
We both sped to the front yard. And sure enough. There he was. In the middle of the street. Chasing the neighbor's dog, which had also escaped. Surrounded by 2 stopped cars.
Heart stop. Can't move. Dragged all 3 inside and yelled for the better part of five minutes at my two oldest. Apparently, they are not to be trusted.
And tonight I am grateful that I still have 4 living children.