Freddy begs to have him over every week, although he'd prefer every day. They love to play outside. They have a family of mice (living in an old car) that they like to visit. They visit them about once a month and (surprise!) there is a new litter every time.
On this day they were loaded up with all their survival gear: weapons, tools, blanket, food, water, and who-knows-what-else. After awhile they came running in the house and went straight to the bathroom. They accidentally walked into stinging nettle and had to wash it off before they suffered too long. I don't know if this friend will get to come back: He woke up with chigger bites all over his legs the next morning, even though he and Freddy followed proper chigger techniques while playing outside.
Freddy has always lived here, so he knows what to do outside to protect himself from chiggers, ticks, stinging this and poisonous that. When he was two and we were on a family walk through the woods, we left him on his own to see what he would do. We were watching him closely, but he couldn't see us. We knew how the others coped in the woods, and we wanted to know what he would do if he got lost or left behind.
He played for a bit and then started off down the path, continuing on. He recognized the stinging nettle and raised his little arms up in the air to protect his exposed skin. Then he walked along the path until he found us. He wasn't afraid and didn't panic or cry.
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What a blessing to have a friend like that! (And hopefully he WILL come back, haha.)
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