Sam was eager for us to leave.
We were intent on our conversation.
Finally, he shouted "we're going to be late!" (which is what, of course, I always say) and we realized it was time to end the discussion.
As he walked away, the same thought occurred to both of us.
We've both just finished reading NurtureShock, a really remarkable book about children and what we think we know and don't really know. A general common wisdom is to not fight in front of the kids - but then kids don't see the "make up" or the resolution of the um, conversation. (Go. Read. This. Book.)
So he came back to the car to kiss me good bye.
It was a nice long kiss.
Mr. Impatient in the back seat yelled again "let's go!"
And then he took a new tack:
"You're going to get sick!"
It's not a bad point.