I can’t bear to send my kids outside to the bus on bitter Minnesota mornings. Maybe it’s guilt, perhaps pity—probably both. Either way, if I decide it’s too cold, I announce I will take them to school, scoffing at the idea of forcing them to walk.
The universe seeks balance.
Cheers.
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