
My Name Is Not Hurry
A while back, I was running late and trying to get my child into the car. “Hurry, hurry, hurry,” I said. My three-year-old looked up to me and said, with a smile, “Mommy, my name not Hurry.”
A while back, I was running late and trying to get my child into the car. “Hurry, hurry, hurry,” I said. My three-year-old looked up to me and said, with a smile, “Mommy, my name not Hurry.”