A friend from work had asked if she could borrow a mini muffin pan from me to make mini cupcakes for her daughter's graduation party.  She lives one street over and it was a perfect night, so I convinced Karly and Danielle to take a walk with me to make the delivery.  We loaded up the mini muffin pan in our Dollar Store Yoda bag because Danielle rolls her eyes at that bag whenever I try to use it for something....sometimes it is just fun to get that reaction.  Then, we walked.    And walked and walked and walked....about 1/4 of the way there I started to think about what a country mile actually means.  I have been to her home several times, but always driving and it seems so close.

When we got to her house, Karly hoped we would be invited in for tea and crumpets and to rest for a long while, but my friend was in the middle of cleaning "as if the president was about to visit" as I am told from younger siblings who help clean for grad parties :)....so we just dropped the muffin pan off quickly and left.  Karly started complaining about many things and I asked her to try to think of things to be positive about....she's nine, so I often underestimate her ability to be clever and sassy at the same time.

"I am positive my feet will be killing me when we get home"

"I am positive this is the most horrible thing ever"

"I am positive my legs won't work tomorrow"

It really was a long walk so I was kind-a thinking my legs felt like jello too, but Danielle and I were trying to make the best of it despite Karly's "positive" comments....Wouldn't you know it, we finally stumble into our driveway and Karly darts to her bike and says, 

"Who wants to go for a bike ride now????"

And....she was positively serious.