That Time . . . The Boys Rescued a Toddler.
Hey! It’s been a while. Long story. And a story for another time. SO. I was going to write about something else, but then this happened, so I thought I’d tell you about it. On Monday night, Connor got back from tennis. Yes, he’s driving. Yes, you’re old. Enough. So, I heard a vehicle and since Becky and Connor would be arriving about the same time, I went to see if they needed help. (Becky frequently has her workbag and other stuff; Connor has the fifty pounds of bricks he puts in his backpack along with his laptop, his tennis gear, etc.). For you Kyle fans, he was upstairs already. Before I got to the door, the doorbell starting ringing in quick succession. I stepped it up, thinking that meant that someone REALLY needed help. I opened the door and there’s Connor with all his stuff. He said, “I need help.” As I opened the screen door, he stepped back and pointed. There was a small child (I guessed three, but we’d find out four) standing behind Connor. All the kid had on was Lig