Well, That Was Handi...

I was trying to organize the chaos that is my teacher-desk when I got the text.
Can u come get me?
It was Parker....wanting me to take him on a Sonic run before the first game of the season.
I looked at the time.  3:05.
I have a sub for the next two days and I really need to make a few copies.
I'm not even supposed to leave work until 3:20.
My Sonic budget is low.
So I texted back...
b there in 15 min
And I left it all and got in the car, because that's what my heart does when my children call.
Twenty min later we were sitting at Sonic where Parker told me about his day between bites of double cheeseburger.  And made predictions about how the game would go around mouthfuls of onion rings.  The sun dipped low enough to shine warmly into my eyes.  We jammed to Parker's radio station.  And then, it was time to get him back to school.
I slowly backed out of the parking spot and Parker exclaimed, "Mom!"
"What?" I shot back...slamming on the brakes...expecting to hear the bump of some scooter-riding granny as I hit her with my car.
"We've been sitting in a handicap spot!"
He was incredulous.
I was embarrassed.
What must that kid who served us be thinking?  And I didn't tip him either.  And no wonder that man across the way had been staring.  He was probably trying to get my license plate so he could call the police.
I slunk down in my seat and tried to leave the parking lot inconspicuously.
Parker was still laughing as I dropped him off at the school.
And I was glad I had chosen THIS over that other stuff.  Breaking the law is so much more fun than having a clean desk.  And time with my basketball boy is always worth it...even if it IS spent in a handicap spot!