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Get in the car. Get in the car. Get in the car. I mean it - get in the car. Please get in the car. We're late. Get in the car. Don't hit your sister. Are those crackers? What are those? Get in your seat. Not that seat. You're going to step on the... are those crackers? Get in your seat. Did you lose your shoe or is it in the car? What is THAT? Stop. Don't hit your brother. Get in your seat. Please. We're late. Why is she outside? Is that a puddle? No. Get in your seat. Is that a new milk or an old one? Wait - don't drink it. We're late...
And off we go... to our respective preschool baseball training camp at Pitt - East End Lacrosse practice - story hour at Joseph Best Booksellers. Kids fueled by french toast, Cheerios, juice and bacon - Mom and Dad fueled by the Illy coffee that brewed all morning.
I do love the activity of Saturdays. The simple possibilities. Maybe we'll meet for lunch later. Maybe we'll run some errands. Maybe we'll see a movie. Silly, huh? ;-).
27 March 2010
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I feel a sense of calm sometimes when I realize moms all across the land are having the same repetitive, terse conversations with their children.
Same here.... I think I get most terse when they are deliberately NOT listening, which.... would translate to, later, not listening while crossing the street or trying to behave in the grocery store, etc. - all more stressful situations....
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