My son swims on Saturday mornings. I was getting his things ready, bag packed, then I put his shoes on about fifteen minutes before we were going to leave.
As soon as I put his shoes on he kept saying, "Time to go," over and over.
After the 75th time I asked him where we were going.
"Swimming," he said.
It was time to go.
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Saturday, November 1, 2014
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