The roller skate had a back seat and that made it safer than his truck for Logan. After Duce’s trip to the store, Shane felt more in control. He had a stockpile of wipes, diapers, and Logan had a few new duds. He was currently rocking a pair of button up jeans and a Rolling Stones baby-T for their first day of school.He flipped the front seat forward and smiled at his nephew. “You ready, little man. Now, no pooping in class. There might be other girl babies there you’ll need to impress.”He carried Logan into the building, baby purse slung on his side. The class was being held at the local YMCA. Shane went to the registration desk and a young girl directed him where to go.“You just head down that hall there and the classroom is on your left.”“Thanks.”“Your son’s real cute.”“Thanks, but he’s not…” He looked back at the girl and smiled. “Thanks.”He found the classroom right where she said it would be. It was a simple white room with a dry erase board and a conference table.
