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Took the kids to Inniswood today to have their pictures taken for our Christmas Cards.

Yeah, we’re those people.

This is not a new rule, son.

Fuck!!!! (That part was totally in my head, but he is more than aware that I’m not pleased with his forgetful ass.)

Thirty minute round trip to go back home and get his mouthguard. That’s out of a 2 hour practice already cut short 30 minutes because of the setting sun.

Rivers and seas boiling.  Fire and brimstone.  Mass hysteria.

Real wrath of God type stuff!

Zia:  So what can we do?  (Zia and Zella had come with me to Zander’s flag football practice this afternoon.  They were a little bit bored and looking for something, anything, to pass the time.)

Me:  Well, see that sign down there?  You could run to it and then run back.

Zia:  OK!!!  Come on, Zella!

And then upon returning and only minimally winded… How far was that?

Me:  Oh, I don’t know.  I guess about 200 yards or so.

Zia:  Really??!!

Me:  Yes.  And if you do that 7 more times you will have run a mile.

Zia:  Wow!  OK, come on Zella!!  We’re going to run a mile!!

And they did.  With energy to spare.

And to boot, they played for the entire hour of Zander’s practice without fighting or arguing.

Oh to have been privy to that conversation.