As we were slowly winding our way out of the parking ramp I told Karre that we did not need to come back to Gillette Children's in St. Paul until next year. She pays our parking fee, waits for a really old guy to cross the intersection, and makes her way on to the freeway.We were moving along at a pretty nice pace during rush hour and were going to get home just in time for dinner.
suddenly she says "you jerk Mom, next year is only a couple of weeks from now".
Yeah, and we don`t have to go back there until then.
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