This may be one of those posts I have to delete once Coop is internet-savvy enough to find the blog. But a few weekends ago, he was convinced that he wanted to run away. Unfortunately for him, it was 20 degrees outside that evening (with a wind chill of 9), so that didn't seem like a wise plan.
Nonetheless, here was his running away outfit:
In his "hobo bags," he had packed the following treasures:
Costa Rican money (so he'll be set once he makes it that far south), cheese slices and a wooden cage to catch mice (to sell to pet stores for money), and a bunch of things to keep him entertained and to entertain others.
The note he left me Sunday morning:
Thankfully, he settled for walking by himself to Alan's house (about a mile away) once the weather warmed up to 50 degrees.
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