"I'm running away!"

So, I knew it would happen eventually but I honestly didn't think we'd hear the phrase, "I'm running away" from Cameron at the age of four. However, it has been said a few times this past week.

The first time I heard it was pretty amusing. You see, I had let Mr. Cameron stay up late to watch a couple of shows on TV...G.I. Joe and Inspector Gadget so you can see why he didn't want to miss those! Anyway, it was 10pm when I finally told him he had to go to bed. Of course, because he was then overtired he started to put up a little fight. He then said that if I didn't want him anymore that he was running away. I certainly didn't tell him that I didn't want him. I simply explained that it was way past bedtime and that he had to get ready for bed. "I'm running away" was the next phrase out of his mouth.

I refrained from laughing and explained how much Mommy and Daddy would miss him if he ran away. I then asked him where he was going to go if he didn't live with us anymore. To my surprise, he had a plan already in place. He informed me that I had to take him to the airport in the morning and that he was going to live with Nannie (my mom)! I asked him what he was going to do if he lived there and he then said he was taking a big box of toys with him. I decided I should break the news that Nannie has to go to work every day and I asked him who would look after him while she was at work. He looked at me like I was a complete moron and stated, "I'll stay with Grampie while Nannie is at work."

I thought he was very inventive and had quite a plan for being such a tire little boy. I managed to get him settled and into bed with the promise that he could call his Nannie and talk to her on the phone the next day. He seemed pleased with this idea and decided he wasn't going to run away after all...until the next day when he didn't like being told to pick up his toys and he stormed off to his room while yelling, "I'm running away!" The joys of children :)