
The other day I received a phone call from Regan saying "Mom, me and my friends are going to drive to Canada, I'll be home in a few days". I told him that he needed a passport in order to get in to Canada. He replied, "We're just driving to the border and then turn around and come back home." Why you ask...(which I did) because we're young and crazy, he said.
Today, at work my cell phone started to ring, it was Reg. My mind started racing... what's wrong, please don't be stuck in Canada.
Reg said, "Mom, I'm fine, but let me tell you a funny story..." (please be ok and not stuck in Canada) "So we get to the Canadian border and decide to get out and take a picture by a sign that reads... "Welcome to Canada", we're taking pictures and a Canadian policeman comes over and ask "What are you guys doing", and then "Can I see your papers?" We told him we just wanted to take some photos of us at the border and then we were informed that the border was behind us... we were in Canada!!!" (I'm still thinking please don't be stuck in Canada).