One Sunday night, several years ago, we had gotten home from church. I pulled into the garage, so tired, from a full day. I had 6 kids with me. (Mine & 1 other!). Needless to say, it was total chaos.
As I got out of the truck, Miss Neenee (who was 4 years old, at the time) said, “Can I go outside & blow my bubbles?” I said, “Sure,” knowing that she would just be a few steps away from me, out on the sidewalk. I finished cleaning everything out of my truck & went inside the house. About 10 minutes went by & my teenage son brought Miss Neenee back to my bedroom ,where I was at.
He said, “Do you know where she was? Outside ringing the doorbell! You left her outside!” It was summertime & her face was hot & bright red. She was mad. I got down on my knees & hugged her.
I said, “I am so sorry! I would NEVER leave you outside by yourself!” In which she returned, “Yeah, but you just did.”