I have to record this story for my scrapbook....
Today we were at Deda's house after church having lunch. As we were cleaning up the kitchen, my grandmother looked out the window and said, "Who's outside with Drew?"
"Oh somebody is," I said, shrugging my shoulders.
A quick glance outside proved me wrong.
That daredevil had opened the "handle shaped" door, gone outside barefoot, closed the door behind him, and was outside picking up sticks. Did I mention it's right next to a busy road and highway?! I don't know how long he'd been out there. Most likely a few minutes.
He's a sneaky one!