Yesterday I sort of forgot the kids. I had been at home and needed to meet someone at their school at 2:45. I drove over to the school at 2:30 and... oops... dismissal was at 2:15.
I'd just missed passing them on the street as I drove the opposite direction. These days they are walking home alone, and they get home at 2:35. I often meet them at the big hill to help Pook roll his sax home. Anyway, since I had to be there anyway, I thought I'd meet them at the exit to the school. I haven't had to be there exactly at dismissal time since they started walking without me, and I've already forgotten the time. I returned home and was amazed. The garage door was up and the kids were indoors. They had remembered the code to the garage door, remembered where we keep a spare key, looked for me in and outdoors, and then called their daddy. They were still on the phone with him when I returned. Proud of my boys!
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