Will promised us last night that he would run away today. Jon was in tears and tantrums that his big brother was leaving. We overheard their conversation (something like this):
W: Jon, don't cry about it.
J: BUT I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE! I Love you so much and you have to stay to be family.
W: If I say you can come, will you quit crying?
J: I don't WANT to leave! I like it here. My toy soldiers a...re here. If you leave, how can we play together?!
W: Just come with me. We can run away together.
J: Only if I can bring my soldiers.
W: We can't keep up with a bunch of toys. It will slow us down.
J: (back to crying) Fine. I will only bring some.
W: whatever
J: I'll bring a few soldiers and my mom and dad and brothers and sister. That's how we can run away.
W: (stormed away in frustration)
J: Mama, you HAVE to come with me since you are so sweet. I'm glad we will all be running away together. It will be like a vacation. Can we camp in the grass across the street so we can come use the potty?
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