Tuesday my car needed to go to the shop, about a mile away. Since Daddy had abandoned me with both kids for the day, I thought perhaps the three of us could go together to drop off the car and walk back the rest of the way. The library was on the way, so we planned a stop there.
Elliott did just fine, but he wasn't walking. Jonah walked a bit until he came down with a mysterious foot ailment that required him to be carried too. Apparently 1000 feet was too far for a toddler. It was a long trip back with three bodies on two legs.
By the time Daddy finally returned home, I was looking forward to leaving him with the kids and dinner to cook while I took a relaxing stroll to recover my car. But when Daddy asked if I needed him to go get the car, it took me by surprise and I didn't know what to say. So I told him: one of us goes and gets the car, the other cooks dinner.
Daddy said he would get the car and left with Jonah for the walk. Apparently Jonah did a great job walking, being careful when he crossed the street, staying close to Daddy, and not taking too many detours. He was so excited he stopped a random stranger with a torrent of words that hardly made a sentence. Apparently a mile was not too far at all.
When they got back, I had Daddy cook dinner. Thank you for getting the car, but you chose wrongly!
