That old gang o’ mine

I was walking with my kids to the bus stop this morning.  Suddenly, a whole group of kids took off down the hill, and my older child vanished with them.  My younger child didn’t pick up his pace.

“Hey, big guy,” I said.  “Everyone’s going to beat you down the hill.”

“Mommy, I don’t hang with the pack,” he replied, as he took my hand.  “I hang with you.”

Awwww.