Last night, Amy and Rex had their first "birthing class" (we used to call it Lamaze) so we had Isaiah. At about 8:00, I took him home so he could shower and get into bed. On the way to his house, he wanted to know if his mom and dad were home yet. I said no, so he asked me if I was going to leave him there. He didn't want to be left home alone.
I said that he wasn't old enough to stay home alone. Maybe when he was 12, he would want to stay home alone, but not at 8 years old. He insisted that he wouldn't want to stay home alone. He didn't like being alone.
I said I didn't either.
He said, "Aren't you glad you got me?"