April 2011
1 post
I'm on the Phone. Speak Up.
My wife and I have an arrangement. I drop off my daughter at school, on my way to work. My wife picks her up in the afternoon. It works pretty well.
Each morning, I take my first grader to school and notice ever more familiar faces of parents and children we walk past, on our way to her classroom. There are about a dozen or more parents that I see each week as we walk past each other on our way...