Today was late start because of the cold weather. Normally the 2 1/2 year old is sleeping (while his mommy works in the next room) when his siblings go to school. Today, he had to be bundled up and dragged along as a sort of over-clothed mascot. It was so cold, and everything was happening so fast, and he was still a sleepy head, that he just silently trudged along. He waved a hesitant goodbye to his siblings.
Then suddenly, he is Marlon Brando, his desperate calls for his love echoing against the hard surfaces of the desolate elementary school landscape. Sinking to his knees, he yells: "Stella…Stella...Stella" (subbed here instead of her real name). His 5-year old sister, sympathetically looks once over her shoulder…and then disappears into the gaping double doors. It was not a happy walk back to the house.
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