The following exchange took place in our basement this morning as we were
tidying up embarking upon a massive archaeological dig.
“Hey, I remember this thing!” This was my son, distracted (shockingly) from the task at hand.
“We have lots of things. That’s the thing.” This was me, more focused (not shockingly) than my son, though certainly not more eloquent.
And so the sorting, sweeping and cleaning continues, all in the crazy name of going “Back to School.”
You might even accuse me of overworking my kids.
I say I overthinged them.