Flashback Friday: Addie's Night on the Town

Rewind 2 years ago and Addie was 4 years 8 months old.  We were still in Gilbert, Arizona, getting ready to make our move to California.  Addie had a best friend, Lizzie, and they were so cute and yet such trouble together.  They were always trying to get marathon playdates and never wanted their party to end.  They are both very assertive girls hidden behind blonde curls and blue eyes.  I would tell Addie before playing with Lizzie, don't play with nail polish, don't burp over and over, don't put ice down your underwear, and don't switch underwear!  The list got longer each playdate.  But I loved these girls together and saw how special their friendship was.

So one night my phone rang at 5:00 am and it was Lizzy's mom.  In her very upbeat, cheerful voice she asked if I knew where Addie was.  Of course I knew, she was sleeping in her bed, duh!  Um, actually she said she was at her house and had knocked on her door a few minutes before.  My heart dropped in my stomach and I felt like I was going to throw it up.  Then she filled me in on the details; that Lizzie was actually up waiting for her, that they had arranged this the day before since they had been denied a sleepover, that 2 little girls who can't tell time simultaneously wake at the same time, that Addie left our house shortly after 4:30 in pitch black and walked 5 blocks crossing 2 semi-major streets in her cheetah girl jammies, flip flops, and curlers to a waiting Lizzie who had tried to call Addie only minutes earlier but was told by her Grandma to go back to bed, and that the girls were actually discovered when they were overheard talking in the kitchen.  WTH!

(A re-enactment picture)

When Addie was driven home, I had such a mix of gratefulness she was safe, astonishment that she was capable of this, anger that she didn't see anything she did wrong, and amusement that she was capable of this.  Putting the pieces together, we remembered she had actually come into our bedroom and tried to get Jason's ginormous maglight, but when he asked what she was doing made a quick exit and we didn't think twice while we went back to sleep.

The following night, Lizzie attempted a dash from her house and made it as far as her corner, but the sun had just started to come out and a neighbor who knew her saw her and started asking questions.  She told him to just leave and go to work, but he escorted her grudgingly back home.  We had also barricaded our front door with our piano bench, we would definitely hear if that was being moved on the tile.  

2 years later and a state apart these girls still consider each other best friends, and I still don't trust them as far as I can throw them, but love them to bits!