Women's Conference

We have quite a bit of time in the car as a family.  Driving from one practice to the other or dropping off at the various schools.  If we aren't jamming out to Kidz Bop then I usually keep the radio tuned to classic rock.  My Happy Place.  It was the week leading up to "National Woman's Day".  They were holding a conference in town and it was being heavily advertised on the radio.  On 2 separate occasions the two older boys brought to my attention how I really needed to attend the conference.  As chance has it, being a women is something that is quite an anomaly here in this household.  The conference day approached and C3 woke up with a fever which meant he probably had an ear infection and needed to go to the doctor.  In the car that morning C1 lovingly told me, "Mom, I'm sorry that you have to take the baby to the doctor today."  I thought that he was being so kind.  I thought, that for some reason, he understood how painful of an experience it was to take C3 to the doctor and have his ears looked at.  Amateur.  That's not where his mind was at all.  He followed up by saying, "I was really hoping that you'd be able to go to that conference.".