Skipping School

Doodle-doodle-do-dum-do.
Doodle-doodle-do-dum-do.
Doodle-doodle-do-dum-do.

In the dim light coming from the bathroom, I could see Marshall straightening the collar of his shirt.
Turning the alarm off, I whispered, “I just don’t want to wake them.”
“Well don’t.”

We had a long weekend.
It was a great one, but it was long.

And so I just didn’t get them up.

Carter was first to wake up and we still theoretically had enough time to get ready if he wanted to go to school.
When I asked him if he’d like to go or stay, he only wanted to know if we could have recess at home.

And so we did.
Sorta.

Wagon. Bike. Bike. Helmet. Helmet.
Cheese and crackers.  Apples and snacks.

We packed it all up and picked up some burgers on the way.

The River Walk was fairly empty, save a few college students.

Lunch.
Laughter.
Lingering.

The big kids zoomed ahead on their bikes.
I couldn’t see them around the bend, but I could hear their laughter.
And I knew I’d made the right decision.

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One Response to Skipping School
  1. Tricia
    May 1, 2012 | 8:50 pm

    Love this! A day like this is so good for the soul.