Our Little Runaway

Madeline got in trouble this afternoon. She had done something wrong, and I sent her to her room. I went down to the living room, and she came down about five minutes later. She said - Mommy, I want to runaway. I looked over at her, and she had her American Girl doll, her flower picture holder, and Baby and Little Puppy laying on the floor by the door. So, we talked, and I asked her where she was going to go. She told me she wasn't sure, but probably over to her friend's house. So, being the good mom I am, I sent her up to her room to get her clothes. I asked her if she would miss us. She said no because she was going to take a picture of us with her, . . . and she would visit once a day.