Over the River and Through the Woods

I saw Henry this morning pulling his little red suitcase toward the door. I guess my mind was on other things--I thought nothing of it. He was just playing.

A little while later, Jackie frantically ran into my room: "Mom, Henry got in the car and turned it on!"

Oooh . . . scary. . .

I jumped up, ran down the stairs, through the kitchen, past my purse, the contents of which were strewn around it, and out the door to the car, which was indeed running. Henry was climbing out of the front seat.

"Henry!!!! What are you doing?" I asked.

Henry calmly answered: "Going to Grandma's house." (What do you THINK I am doing?)