In a moment of temporary insanity, Mommy took me shopping even though she had forgotten the entrapment device… er, I mean stroller… at home. My sister was at preschool. How hard could it be to run errands with one child?
I sat in the car looking out the window and trying to focus on what I had just witnessed in the back seat of the van. It had started out as a simple day . . .
Potty training. So . . .
My son Martin is still learning to grasp the concepts of you and me . . .
“The kids are full of sugar,” Martin’s teacher announces at pickup time. “They had cupcakes for Kyle’s birthday.”
I suppose this explains why my son and his toddler cohorts are roadrunning around the classroom and catapulting off the low leather couches . . .