Tonight Connor was excited to play the computer. Excited that is, until I reminded him that he had lost it for three days for hitting his sister. Then, suddenly he was miserable and yelling about how awful life was and how stupid he is. That didn't get him any feedback, so he went upstairs.
A few minutes later he came back downstairs with his suitcase, presumably packed. He let us know he was moving out. We said goodbye.
I reminded him that it was cold out and that he should grab a hat. He obliged, and grabbed his jacket. He then went out the door.
Curious, we went to check on him. What we saw was Connor sulking on the front porch. When he saw us, however, he bravely jumped up and started walking down the driveway yelling "I mean it. I am leaving".
"Okay" we called out. "Just keep warm".
We closed the door and went inside. Hoping he wouldn't take it too far!
A few seconds later, the door opened and he ran inside, yelling that he had been joking all along.
Yeah, he was joking. All along.
At any rate, I am glad he didn't actually go anywhere. If you want to run away from home, you probably need to live more down south. It gets cold early here!