Speaking of Ice
This morning after writing the previous post making us rush to get to
school, I yelled at my kids out in the backyard to "get inside and
move it… Were gonna be late."
Jackets beanies on I rushed them out the door and to the car to find
out that I should have been outside scraping the windows instead of
writing the previous post.
Now even later were blazing thru the streets in my turbo-charged 1996
Honda Civic at speeds nearing 35mph.
And the conversation begins about how cool it is that there was ice in
the backyard… In… The… Dog… Bowl.
"It was good they pleaded."
I love my kids.