Tag Me

We caught the beginning of the news the other night. Isaac was still up to witness it. There was a little 3 year old boy who got lost in Cuiver River State Park, following his dog from his home. The boy was found safe & sound, maybe a little cold, but in good spirits. Isaac was very concerned. We talked to him about staying close to home, not running off, following Howie, etc. As I was putting him to bed, and we were saying our prayers, he said "maybe you should put a tag on me. Yeah." I said "A tag, huh?" It made perfect sense to him and he kind of acted like it should have been done already. Such a smart sweet boy. The irony is, I followed my dogs as a toddler several times. Once I was found walking across a bridge at the age of, oh, I think the storytellers say 2 years old. My Dad found me. How did he not have a heart attack?