It was a long back in the swing of reality kinda day. I lectured about talking back, dealt with funky post-river clothing, mowed the lawn, blah, blah, blah. I was dreading the swing by the store after swimming lessons, but the boys miraculously cooperated. Checking out, the cashier asked, “Are they always this happy?” It stopped me in my tracks, realizing that yes, they are, more often than not, this happy. Sometimes (often?) in spite of me. I still have so much to learn.