We had a sidewalk repaired last week right down the street. I let the kiddos watch when the cement mixer came and the city workers were fixing the walk way. We didn't get to stay the whole time, but I promised I'd let them look later when the sidewalk was done.
The three big kids ran ahead of me while I carried Leo.
Part of me did feel really bad that I let them run through the fresh cement (it really was an accident), but that was only about 20%. The other 80% of me was thinking Now I'll be able to remember how crazy my four little boys are everytime I walk down this sidewalk.
We went to visit Luke at his work a little while later and, Luke, being the responsible one of the two of us, called the city immediately and told them what had happened. When I asked him if he apologized he said, "No! I didn't tell them it was us!"
The sidewalk, sadly, got fixed before my kiddos' footprints became permanent fossils in our neighborhood sidewalk.
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