I couldn't find McIver in the backyard the other day when it was time to leave to pick Olivia up from school. He answered me when I called for him, but he was nowhere in sight. I finally realized that he was in between the neighbor's back fence and THEIR back neighbor's fence . . . barefoot, among piles of old wood and broken pieces of fence. And he looked at me like I had RUINED his fun when I made him come back to our yard!