The Never Ending Question

I am certain that both of his brothers were the same but I have apparently blocked out that particular memory as a defense mechanism.  Logan's questions have become so long that they are nearly impossible to answer.

Case in point - the ride to the orchestra concert this evening.

"Dad, are we taking Justin to orchestra that we can drop him like we do in the morning everyday at his new school in the truck like you do before you take me to Joyce's before you go to work so he can play his cello and I can watch with you and Mommy and Ethan and then go to Blue Palm for dessert?"

"Yah - I don't know - wait, what?" I said distractedly.

Jehoshaphat!  Never mind, never mind, never mind...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!  Please don't ask me again.

- 30 May 2012