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.