I ran the children to the walking school bus this morning. Of course, we were late. Sprinted would be more like it. We had to holler the last half-block to flag them down (stop! wait for us!). Fooey insisted on coming too (she's experiencing irrational fear of her dad's knee and crutches), but she couldn't sprint quite as fast and trailed behind howling like a banshee. An A+ mothering moment.
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