Mothers of Boys.

You should relax, they say.

Okay, yes. I should. So I will send my sons out to play, and while they are outside I will make a shopping list.

Aww … look how nicely they’re playing.


This was just before Maverick shoved the wagon containing his little brother into the street.

Now, I’ll give him credit for immediately freaking out and trying to catch him. And I give myself credit for not coming completely and totally unhinged.

Mothers of boys can never relax, I’ve decided.

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