The story of my life

Today I had to pick up the boys from school because Kim was staying late at the university to meet with her writing group.

I was, as is typical these days, running a bit behind schedule and feeling really stressed out about it.

In rushing Casey out the doors of his pre-school I told him we had to hurry or we’d be late to get brother.

He asked “why?”

I replied, “Because it’s the story of my life.”

His response was so brilliant.  He grabbed my hand and looked up at me.  “Then Mom, let’s change the story of your life.”

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One Response to “The story of my life”

  1. Doug Hackford Says:

    still hear

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