delivery

"please, mom?" Michael begs. "Please?" He's four years old. He wants to deliver treats to the neighbors without help.

"....okay," I agree. "But! you have to wear a coat."

"Yes! YAY! okay! YAY!"

"And! you HAVE to stay with William, and hold his hand tight while you cross the street. okay?"

"YES! I WILL! LET'S GO!"

"WAIT. William. You must follow Michael, and hold his hand in the street. Will you do that?"

"OKAY! YES! WE GOING, MOM!"

I watch from the window.

such good boys I have.