Lane is limping around with a broken leg, but getting better and better at it. He has an annoying habit of waiting until the very last minute to have to go to the bathroom. (Hmmm...sounds like a certain sister.) Pre-cast this was okay, because he could run to the bathroom.
He was on a bar stool when the urge hit. He yelled for me and I rushed towards him in a fake emergency mode. I grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder and ran for the bathroom. I flopped him forward over my shoulder and caught him in my arms. He was laughing and I held him in a "low-dip-tango-ish" dance pose with him almost upside down and his head nearly touching the floor.
I said over-dramatically, "I'd carry you to the end of the world and back!" He said, "You would." I said, "Yes." Pragmatic like he is, he responded, "Mom, that's a really long way. I think you'll be really tired." I laughed and said, "Probably." He said, "Wow! Would you take me to Alaska?" I said, "Yes!" He said, "Good cause Alaska is where the end of the world is at."
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