THE LOST BOYS
It was said that the last we saw our three boys, they were heading down the hill to the creek.
As the boys walk off, I whisper to Heather, the mother of the boy's leader, "Do you think between the three of them we have one complete brain?"
Heather laughs. (Those of you who have teenage boys will understand that remark).
It would be three hours before boy contact was regained... by phone...
"Good afternoon, Forward Motion Studios"
"Mrs. Montgomery?"
"Yes?"
"Your son Jake and his friends are at my home and would like to talk with you..."
"What? Jake?"
"Hi Mom. We got lost."
"Where are you?"
"I don't know."
It would seem Jake didn't know his home address either. It's amazing how many times we as parents go over these little important details, but it doesn't seem to actually get past their cute hair follicles and sink into the cranium. After a brief conversation with this woman, who offers to drive the boys home, Heather discovers the boys followed the creek at the bottom of Heather's property, over the hill, then down into the next valley floor. Quite a hike for boys who are too tired to feed their pets or do chores.
Frankly I was more impressed than annoyed.
They did forget water, a cell phone or to let us know they were planning such an adventure. But if I know boys, they probably began to wander and continued wandering until they actually looked up and thought, "Wow, I'm hungry ... where's home?" Rather than walk back, because they've seen that route, they attempted a new one and ended up in a subdivision neither Heather or I knew existed.
"No, it's sweet of you to offer to drive them back, but I'll be right there." Heather sighs.
She hangs up the phone and looks at me.
I comment, "Hmmmm well I guess three boys doesn't make a brain after all..."
We laugh, she shakes her head and grabs her keys.
When they boys return they look a bit exhausted, which is a thrill for any parent who is at the end of the summer with their kids. We live to wear our children out every day so they will pass out early and we can stop hearing "Mom?" or "Dad" for the 40,000 time...
The funny thing is they are actually excited and want to tell us every detail of their adventure. I think they are shocked that no one is yelling at them. I am just thinking of a line from Peter Pan ...
"I’m a Lost Boy, I’m a Lost Boy! I’m a real Lost Boy!"
Until next time-
C
Posted by Catherine the redhead blogger at 8/4/2008 7:03 PM and is filed under uncategorized 
I'm so glad everything is alright and the boys got home safely. Your post was so funny you have a great way of telling the story. It was great....
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