Yesterday morning the little kids went on my morning walk with me. Maggie decided about halfway through that she didn’t want to ride in the stroller.

She insisted on carrying her purse and her water bottle.  I mapped it out when we got home – she walked 0.94 miles. She was one tired little lady. When we got back to the house, she got her kindle and put herself to bed.

Luke and Maggie both still look forward to going to the bus stop to get Adam at the end of the school day.

I love how Luke insists on giving Adam a big hug each day.

I also love how much Luke loves that shirt he’s wearing. Let me tell you the story about that shirt.

Adam had a t-shirt with a ripped sleeve. So while we were at my parents’ house, he had my mom cut the sleeves off of it. A very upset Luke insisted that his shirt needed the same treatment.

I told him no.

There was nothing wrong with his shirt. He had other sleeveless shirts. But reasoning with a 4-year-old doesn’t always work. Especially when he has Mabel on his side.

My mom snipped a hole in Luke’s previously unblemished sleeve, and then had him come show me the tear and ask if it was okay for Mabel to cut the sleeves off now.

I told him yes.

Kind of hard to argue with that.

(And for the record, it was totally worth it. Luke loves his shirt and he was thrilled to have the sleeves cut off like Adam. Mabel knows best.)