On the way out of the house, Eli saw his Cozy Coupe sitting in the back yard. And as we quickly walked by to get in the minivan, he screamed and cried and yelled "No Mom! My Car! My Car! My Car!" at the top of his lungs.
And I am sure he was thinking back to how much fun he had in it last night.
How free it felt to just be outside. And play. And not have any deadlines or responsibilities.
But this morning I had to get to work. And he had to get to daycare. And so we got to have a not-very-fun wrestling match to get into the car seat.
I won. But really, I lost.
And then we had to drive to daycare. Both feeling flat. And torn. And wishing we were back in the alley playing with the Cozy Coupe.
