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My youngest son was 3 yrs. old at the time.

We had company the weekend of our town fair. We traveled to the fair in two cars because I wanted to leave a little earlier to get dinner started. I left and was home for about an hour before my husband and his brother and wife got home.

Another hour went by and it was waaaay toooo quiet in the house. I went and "KIDDINGLY" asked my husband "Are you sure you brought Michael home?"

He looked at me and said "I thought you brought him home!"

I screamed...almost fainted...they ran out the door. Back to the fair where they found Michael, happy as a clam, eating pizza, drinking pop (soda), riding the rides with the nice policeman. He knew we'd be back looking for him.

The funny thing is...the first thing I taught my kids was their name, address and phone number. Michael knew all the information and, I guess, he chose not to share it.

I have to ask him about that.....