What Lala Spied in the Rear View Mirror

What Lala Spied in the Rear View Mirror

“It’s time to go,” I said as I looked for my purse. Josiah was ready by the door, wearing his backpack. Daniel was dawdling. “Where are your shoes?” “Who knows.” Five-year-old Daniel shrugged. “It’s a mystery.” I tried not to laugh. How many hundreds of times in my...