Bob and I were cleaning up dinner when I heard a knock at the front door. Addy had gone out to play in the front yard, so I figured it was her.
It was, but standing next to her was some man I had never seen before. I asked (shouted), “What’s going on!?”
He told me, “She was stuck up in a tree.” After thanking him profusely and thanking God that he wasn’t a kidnapper, Addy said she had been calling, “Mommy! Daddy!” for a long time and we never came.
Bad parents. Bad, bad parents.