A Walk Too Far

TheBoy offered to take the boys for a walk. I put them in their pants, shoes and jackets and waved goodbye. I started to clean, and then… I got a phone call.

Don’tpanicdon’tpanicdon’tpanic, I reminded myself as I answered with a drawn out hello.

“I might have bitten off more than I can chew,” he said. “We were walking, but the boys are running out of steam.”

“Do you want me to pick you up?”

“Yeah. Someone has something to say to you.” He then handed off the phone to the Oldest Kidlet.

“Mommy, we’re tired. We can’t walk anymore, so you need to come get us.” Then I thought he said something about a doctor. “We’re EXHAUSTED.”

TheBoy took back the phone, and I asked about the doctor comment. “No, he said he’s getting darker out.” We discussed where they were at, whether or not I should bring some water, and off I went to get them.

They weren’t too far from the house, maybe a half a mile. I could see them, as I drove up. Two little boys, sitting on a small fence that bordered a lawn, with their dad standing nearby. And I thought, as I watched them wave and cheer… that not only was I never going to forget this- but I was going to blog about it immediately.