Loves to Tell the Story...

Growing up is hard to do...

Besides all of the hormonal issues, there are just a lot of things to learn and experience.

Miranda has been on overload the last couple of weeks.

She has been very busy with a homecoming project at school and has been getting home late.

She is tired.

She may not be hearing everything I say to her.

We had a very specific conversation about exactly who was riding home from church with her last night...

She may or may not have been listening when I told her that she would be giving her younger sister a ride home.  Do not forget her, I clearly said......

We arrived home...

followed a few minutes later by Miranda.....

alone.

There was not a soul in the car with her...

Her dad immediately sent her back to the church to pick up her sister...

as the phone rang with a very tear filled Sydnee telling me she had been left at the church.

Thank goodness for a wonderful church family who loved on her a bit until Miranda was arrived.

They offered to give her a ride home, but Miranda was already on the way.

Poor Sydnee may be scarred for life!

Miranda, however, will never live this down.

We have been telling the story of losing Chey... twice... once when she was  a year and a half old...

We were at a car show and I stepped away for about 30 seconds...

Daddy swore that he would keep an eye on her...

She was gone, lickety split!

Thankfully we found her, but that traumatized me big time...

And then, the story that Chey hears at least 30 times a year...

Chey was with Bampa at Marine World when she disappeared on the way to the bathroom.

I think Bampa was traumatized because he loves to tell that story!

I think we may be telling the story of Miranda and Sydnee for years to come.

It's a good thing we were able to laugh about this...

after putting some fear into Miranda.