why we don’t need TV
The kids are placing bets on how long it will take them to scoot—belly down on top of my sweater, Col on top of Rose—from the kitchen to the bathroom.
“I think 4 minutes,” Rose wagers.
“I think 3,” says Col.
I start the clock timer, give them the official countdown and they begin scootching. I try not to think about what my sweater is picking up in the race across the floor. The kids move as slow as geological time, changing their bets as they go.
“Now, I think 3 minutes…no, no, 2 minutes,” Rose announces, dog paddling on tile with Col on her back.
It takes them exactly one minute to traverse the 15 feet.
“One minute! We both win, Coley!” Rose says cryptically. “Now, lets time ourselves going back.”
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Giveaway still open. Your comments are killing me. You’re all the nicest people.