
It was one of those nights. The kind of night when you look at the clock and see it’s 4:45 and you have nothing planned for dinner. Options were weighed. Dialog was flowing. Ideas bounced off. And decisions made.The decision? My husband, my SIL and my oldest 3 boys would ride their bikes 3.1 miles down the road to a restaurant that I had a killer coupon for. L and I would hang back. I would take L on his scooter for a 1 mile loop around the house, and then when we got back we would drive to meet the fam at the restaurant. It was a good plan.It was a plan hatched with the best of intentions.As I left with L out the door I yelled back...