[caption id="attachment_209" align="alignright" width="195" caption="Andrew when he was four years old. We did NOT bake cookies the afternoon he escaped from kindergarten!"]<a href="http://motherhoodstress.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Andrew-lickingbeaters.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-209" title="Andrew lickingbeaters" src="http://motherhoodstress.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Andrew-lickingbeaters-195x300.jpg" alt="" width="195" height="300" /></a>[/caption]

Unpredictability. I saw the news today of the <a title="preschooler_escapes_goes_home" href="http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/preschool-escapee-makes-solo-trek-home-150602032.html" target="_blank">three year old who escaped from preschool</a> and made the trek home alone. And, of course, thought of our oldest son Andrew, who specialized in unpredictability.

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One day, just minutes after I dropped him off at kindergarten, he walked out the door of the school and hiked home, much like little Alfie Aldridge.

Andrew attended afternoon kindergarten. So I’d driven home, gotten the younger children down for naps and picked up the phone to call my friends Judy.

While chatting with her, I looked up to see Andrew, hiding in the bushes in front of our house.

Thank you, Lord, I was home. Alfie’s mom is quoted as saying, “A wave of emotion come over me.” Boy, do I remember that wave of emotion!