I loaded the boys into my white Dodge Caravan, buckling Teddy into his seat and telling Leigham to buckle up in his booster seat. It's a fight most days, because Leigham goes in the door that Teddy's seat is beside and Teddy gets upset but today they know they are going to see the Chiropractor, so today they are happy to comply. Usually, the chiropractor is just a mommy thing so for them it's a treat. Driving through Red Deer is quick, the Chiropractor is downtown by the Safeway and takes about ten minutes. Traffic is light this July morning since it's one, summer and two, after nine. We arrive at the Chiropractor and I take the boys in, holding Teddy's little hand tightly and we walk and he stumbles over the air. "Come on Teddy, get up," I chide as he stumbles again, his walking has always been this way, it's like he doesn't know how to lift his toes over the cracks. One day I fear I am going to wrench his arm out of his socket when he...