Angela and the kids left for Seattle about an hour ago. I thought I would be jumping up and down will glee at the thought of being alone and without kids for 5 days, but oddly enough, I am weepy and sad. I tried not to cry at the airport, but couldn't help it when the kids kept running back for "Just one more hug." Marc is a little disappointed in my behavior because I think he was hoping I would be this crazy, free, uninhibited housewife and really get my groove on without kids cramping our style. Oh well!
But I want the world to know that Thomas is the best almost 10 year old boy anywhere!! While we were at the airport, he ran to the men's restroom and came running out to tell us that someone had left a BIG ring in the bathroom. I told him to run back and bring it to us and when he returned, sure enough, it was a man's wedding ring. Marc and Thomas took it to the airport police and Thomas was listed as the finder. He felt so important telling them where it was and helping them fill out the "Found property form." About 20 minutes later, we see airport security walking towards us with a young couple and the officer pointed at Thomas and announced that "this is the young man who found your ring and brought it to us." The young couple were very, very happy and told Thomas how good it was of him to do the right thing and then they gave him $10 and told him it was a small expression of their gratitude. I thought Thomas was going to burst with pride. I was so proud of him. And then in typical Thomas fashion, he told me he knew it was a "real" ring because it wasn't green and it didn't have any cartoons on it. You gotta love being 10 years old and a discrimating jeweler.
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