Lizzy the escape artist

Here's a story to brighten your day. Most days Lizzie gets up at 7:00 or so, and comes in to wake us up and get breakfast. This morning Jenny rolled over and poked me at 7:30 and said it was time to get up, and I figured Lizzie must have been tired and let us sleep in some. So I showered and sat down for breakfast, and Grace started crying. I got Grace up and she sat with me while I ate, and at about 8:00 I thought I'd go check on Lizzie and make sure she was ready for school. I found her bedroom door open, and her not in her bed. Some days she decides that she doesn't want to go to school, and has a few places around the house that she hides. So I checked her closet and mine behind the clothes, under beds and behind the couch, and she was nowhere to be found. At this point I asked Jenny if she had seen Lizzie, and tried the front door. It was unlocked. We nearly had a heart attack, and I handed Jenny the baby while I went to see where the Lizzie might have gone off to. Now our driveway opens on to a busy road with lots of cars going past in the morning, so the idea of Lizzie going out the door is not a pleasant one. We share a driveway with another house where Lizzie has a friend, and they are often back and forth between houses throughout the day. As I was walking around the house, I noticed that the wife was in the kitchen, and I thought I'd ask if they had seen anything. I knocked on the door, and Lizzie comes running up to announce that she has had pancakes with her friend Olivia. She had walked out the front door without saying a word to anyone, gone over to the neighbour's house, walked in, and said that she was here for breakfast. She was asked if her parents knew where she was, told them that we did, and sat down to eat. She still has no idea why anyone would be upset. Ah!!!!!!!!