It occurs to me I should write about actual things that are going on in the real world, and not just the things going on in my mind.

In an effort to be a fun, active mom, I took the kids to a playground after dinner on Wednesday just like all the other fun, active parents do.

“Do you do this every night?” I wanted to ask every parent there. “When do you clean up dinner?”

The playground is only two blocks from our house, but we drove because our car was parked on the street and needed to be moved into the garage after dinner anyway.

“Okay,” I said as we were leaving. “I’ll drive home and you guys can just run alongside the car.”

My oldest, who is not a fool, rolled his eyes at me and just got in the car. My youngest, who very much acts the fool, declared that this was a great idea and so he did run all the way home, with us in the car creeping alongside him.

And when we got home I cleaned up dinner.