If I hadn’t gotten so piqued about that doughnut errand

I forgot B’s school bag today, or E did. Whatever — tempting as it may be to cast blame, the bag was not in the car, is what I’m saying. 

I’ll go home and get it! I said in my cheeriest mom voice, but this was not quite enough to correct the wobble of B’s lip — the violation of his routine was too disturbing. He returned to me twice for hugs before he co…