One day a week I walk the small boy to school. It’s only a short distance and the Mrs. does it the other four days of the week. Friday is my one morning where I don’t have a class or meeting, so off we go.
We joke that he has a “something shiny” problem – when dispatched to do something around the house, he’ll often forget what it is he’s supposed to be doing and do whatever strikes him as interesting. (Usually reading while perched precariously on the edge of something.)
He gave me a hard time this past week as I stopped to shoot some quick photos. I probably deserved it, but he was still on time for school.