Today: Molly leaves work early, gets Patrick to the dentist and then both kids to piano practice. I’m waiting for them to get home. The car pulls in at 6:15, the usual time. Alex comes in first. Thus begins the typical question-and-answer.
“How was your day?”
“How was working outside?” (They had a school project today and had to bring good mud boots to school.)
I see where this is going and try to change the pattern.
“Alex, can you tell me something that isn’t good?”
“Well, to start, the Fall Band concert is tonight.”
“Wait, what? Are you serious?”
“Yes! I have to be at school at 6:40.”
“How come we didn’t know about this?”