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T Minus Ten and Superman

"John! Quick! Get out of your sweats and put on jeans! We're going to be late for bell practice."

whine. mumble. moan.

"I know you don't like jeans. Too bad. You are old enough to start thinking about proper public attire and sweats don't cut it!

whine. mumble. moan.

Lauren comes in fresh from the shower with dripping wet hair. "Come here. Your hair is stringy. It will just take a minute to trim off the ends... Charlie! Get your shoes on!... John! Jeans! Jeans!... No, Charlie, take the yellow boots off. Get your sneakers!"

"I can't find my sneakers."

"What do you mean you can't find them? They should be on the shoe shelf."

"I looked. They aren't there."

"Look again! Be quick! Don't step in the pile of hair. "

"I know where they are, Mom."

"Faith, you haven't brushed your hair yet! Come on!"

"I will, Mom, but I know where Charlie's shoes are. Superman is wearing them.

"Superman?!"


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Note to self: Next time Charlie's shoes go missing, be sure to check Superman's feet first.

For those of you with young children clinging to the hope that you'll be able to shave off some of the time it takes to get out the door when the kids get older, let me warn you...Don't even think about it!

Comments

I'm impressed that you consider hair cutting a quick enough endeavor to try as you are trying to get out the door!

Xandra
Kate said…
Xandra,

No. I'm just as ADD as the children when it comes to getting ready to go somewhere!

Kate
Anonymous said…
LOL! Love Superman's sweater vest! :)
tammi said…
Huh. Sounds just like our house ~ and I only have TWO! I'm just so bad at being organized when it comes to getting ready to head out.

That Superman is looking quite dapper. And the shoes are a nice addition to the look!
Heather C said…
ROFL! Yep... sounds like my house. Always in a hurry... and generally running late. :( Ah well... some day... :)
Sarah said…
That's hilarious Kate! Where exactly did Superman come from? I'm surprised to see him at your house.

sem

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