Sunday was the march for women's lives. The only person I could drag along was Victoria. Jennifer pled a Monday econ test, Christopher wanted to sell ads (he just joined the business team for the school paper). Toddlers aren't into speeches, so we only went to walk. Halfway through, she insisted that she needed a "flag" so I got her a sign (NARAL). The wind turned it into a sail, so she carried it travois-style until we got to another sign cache (a.k.a. trash barrel) where we traded it for a smaller sign with no stick (PP). That one she carried the rest of the way home.
We got back to a dining room full of boys playing poker and a weekend's worth of undone housework. I truly did consider doing something about the housework but decided in favor of reading a magazine.