Weekday mornings are hectic at our house. The kids get up at 5:45 am, and by 6:45, they are sitting on the schoolbus, so the hour in between is a ballet of whining, dressing and breakfast.
The Boy's older sister isn't a morning person, by ANY stretch, so Hub and I both find ourselves goading, begging and prodding her through her morning routines. This morning was no exception, as Hub tossed her shoes to her as she sat on the couch, zoned out watching television.
"Hey! You almost hit me in the head with those!" she snapped at Hub, who hadn't really even come close.
Breaking stride in devouring his grits and eggs, the boy had a dreamy, faraway look in his eyes as he gasped, "I WISH!"
11 years ago
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