This morning, once again, the kids were taking their sweet time getting ready. As I was trying to usher them out the door I noticed one still didn’t have their socks on, while the other was sulking about something left upstairs. A sweater was suddenly too small and their shoes felt like they had spiders in them. A new, and fairly odd, issue every second.
I waved my hands as I walked by (which, in thinking about it, was an exaggerated ‘finished’ sign – so fitting), “Move it guys – get your coats on! Don’t make me ask you again!”
As I climbed the stairs, I heard a tiny, “Because I am not kidding around!” Followed by, “Do you understand me?”
At least they started to move while enjoying their quiet victory, sharing in whispered giggles. I smiled too, silently rehearsing a few new lines – apparently the old ones are too well worn.