Oh to be ten
E had baseball obligations on Saturday. Because Katie couldn’t be there, I had the honor of taking the boy to one ballpark for pictures and then to a different park for practice. In the car between the two practices, I heard E open a bottle and take a long drink. I assumed he had brought a drink or gotten one at the concession stand at the park, but I guess something didn’t seem quite right about that logic.
A while back - perhaps a month or two ago - I needed to use the van for taking recycling, so Katie used my car for her errands with the kids. I never let the kids have any food or drink in either car, because I know I’ll end up with trash in the car that I’ll have to clean up, but Katie has a soft spot for begging, so she’s been known to relent every now and then and let the kids have a treat.
Well, I’m guessing you can see where this is going. For the past several months, I’ve had a mostly full Sobe bottle rolling around in the back of my car. Whenever I’m driving, it’s annoying and I think about throwing it away the first chance I get, but when I park I forget about it. I finally remembered to take the bottle out this morning, because I put the Bug in her seat from a different side than usual.
And wouldn’t you know that the mostly full bottle on Friday - and the last six or eight Fridays - was completely empty this morning.
Oh to be ten.
