It was late afternoon on a Friday, and Cameron and I were both looking forward to our weekly date that evening. Our sitter was due to arrive in just over an hour. But in the mean time I had dinner to make and mouths to feed. And I had been promising Jake that we would try a new cake recipe we had been eyeing. I was scurrying around the kitchen when Abby came in.
"I want you to push me on the swings," she announced.
I paused for a quick moment. It was blazing hot in our back yard, and I really had no desire to go outside. I had a lot to accomplish in a short time. I was thinking about formulating a perfectly valid excuse. Instead I said, "How many pushes do you want?"
Abby held up all ten fingers.
Hmmmm, I thought. How long could it possibly take to push her ten times? We headed outside together.
I don't think I was outside for more than five minutes. But oh, what five minutes are worth in the eyes of a child.