But driving my kids the two blocks to school because Daughter needed the extra five minutes to dry her gym clothes, which was my fault, and Teenaged Son waited until the last minute to graph his exponential functions, which was my fault, and Gradeschooler threw a tantrum over losing his library book, which was my fault, I saw this tree and it took my mind away from all the things I was thinking of doing to my kids that would qualify me for a visit from social services.

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