So as I was driving JP home from preschool I get the “Daddy I gotta go!” Not a statement, but a panic. Okay, we were at Transit and Millersport. 15 minutes to go to get home. ”Do you think you can make it a few minutes?” He didn’t have to answer since I swear I saw a bead of sweat drop from his forehead! I fast left and we were at Tim Hortons. JP waddled across the parking lot (you know, where the knees don’t separate!) and scared the crap out of the girl cleaning the Mens bathroom. I’ll skip a few details, but he felt a lot better and lighter! And since we were at tims JP thought it was a good time to take advantage of me by getting me to get him some timbits! And the girls there were just loved him! And not just because he’s a repeat customer…
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