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Five Uninterrupted Minutes

Sometimes when I drive the boys around town I take intentionally circuitous routes, thinking they won’t notice an extra five minutes tacked on to their journey. It’s an extra five minutes of peace for me, keeping them in their car seats, contained, controlled, unable to leap out and run away or start smacking each other about the head.

But lately, C has been on to me. We are taking the long way home from an after-school trip to the supermarket.

“You’re taking the long way! You’re doing it on purpose, to make me tired!” He knows a few extra minutes in the car will push him into nap territory, which is fine with me. “We live the other way! Turn around!”

But sometimes he is in the mood to relent, to relax, to stare out the window for a while, only to be interrupted by T screaming when he sees a…

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  1. Angela #

    Absolutely lovely, thank you. And a wake-up call to indulge in a little more wonder as I suffer through writing a grant. I want to include a figure with a tiny man in a top hat on a stage, dramatically pointing to molecules.

    January 30, 2013

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