My daughter's first attempt at running away from home:
She's tired of not getting to eat chocolate at every meal. She thinks it's not fair she has to do chores. And Mommy wouldn't spend more than an hour making pop-up books. She's had enough.
She painted her nails. She put on her best bohemian outfit. She opened the front door and walked away with nothing but herself.
And then there was a bee. Five feet from the front door.
She's back.
She says vegetables are okay, she guesses. Sort of. And it's kind of cool that we did make three popup books. She still doesn't like chores. But she guesses she'll stay. At least so long as there are bees in the world.
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