"Kenny dear, you're going to be late!" my mom shouted to get my attention. "I'm coming!" I answered running down the stairs. "You look so handsome. Let me get some pictures." "I thought that we were going to be late." Despite my wish to just head to church, she kept insisting so I gave in and let her take some. In the end, we ended up being late. We rushed to get to the church and ended up tiring ourselves out. We were in the doorway panting and gasping for air. "I guess you ended up coming after all Ken."
