In the Closet:

I drive my daughter to school in the morning and we pick up Sean, who lives close to us.  We stop in the driveway and, usually, Sean is waiting for us.  He is six and in Grade 2. Sometimes he isn't out, and then my daughter goes into the house to let him know we are there.  On Wednesday, there was no Sean, so my daughter went in to get him.  There was no sign of them coming out of the house as I waited in the car, thinking, "When on earth will I get to work?"

Eventually they came out, but when Sean got in the car he wouldn't say anything when I said, "Good Morning" and he had nothing much to say for the rest of the trip into the city.  Normally he's a happy little guy with lots of stories to tell. Later my daughter told me that she had gone into the house, but neither she nor Sean's mother could find him.  Some time later they discovered that, with his little red parka on and his knap-sack on his back, he had stepped into the hall closet and closed the door.  He was standing there in the dark, hoping, I guess, that we would leave thinking he was not going to school and then he could tell his mother that we hadn't come to pick him up. 

Apparently there was some homework issue. His mother had insisted he go to school anyway.

-- Rudi Aksim, Ottawa, Canada

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