I'd completed my writing for the day and I was about to take Jilda to work. Looking at my watch, the timeframe worked out. 

Hustling to the car, I ran to the school, Picked up the package, and headed back home for Jilda.  

We picked her up and then discussed what we should do to kill a little time while she taught her classes.

We decided on Starbucks. He loves the cake-pops and hot chocolate. 

Often when he's with us, he has his Ipad and he can entertain himself by playing Minecraft, and watching videos on history. But today, his Nana had locked his iPad in her office.

He was tired when we dropped Jilda off and he got quite in the back seat. When I stopped at a stop sign, I flipped the rearview mirror down so I could see what he was up to. He was sound asleep.

I debated on whether to wake him at Starbucks, but he woke up when I pulled into the parking lot.

We sat for a long time and talked. 

We discussed why there is no longer a milkman. I told him there were many reasons but one was that more and more women worked which left no one at home to fetch the milk from the front porch.

We talked about the trend starting during WWII when women went into the workplace.

We talked about Impeachment. The electoral college, and so on. The thing is, at 11 years old, he had a good grasp of most of these topics. I know, because he explained his understanding of them to me. He was not far off.

When we picked Jilda up from work, I had Jordan give her a recap of the things we talked about. 

I think I'll ask him to leave his iPad home more often.