Johnny forgot to take his lunch today, and told me so while we were in Redlands, dropping his brothers off at their high school.
I NEVER have cash on me, and we were running late. I rummaged around my purse for
any semblance of money, to find none.
Alex, my 13 year old, asks for a bag or piece of paper towel... something, so he can divide his lunch in half for his little brother.
Yes, I started crying.
I'm still 14.
He gets a new car...