It was Ivy's very first day of preschool, my nest was to be empty for two whole hours! but then Gray was home sick with a fever. Wah wah.
Carter stood by the front door, coat and backpack on (all of my kids would stand there with their backpacks an hour before if I let them) and I decided to jump in the shower while I had time- his bus wouldn't be by for another ten minutes."I'm going to jump in the shower real quick before you go out for the bus!" and I ran up to my bathroom.
When I was finished I called downstairs to him to go get the newspaper because Ivy needed pictures of her favorite foods- first day of school and we're already slacking on homework- and he answered back from his bathroom upstairs, "Ok, mom! I'm just putting on my clothes!"
I'm like, "You are what?! Your clothes? Why?"
"You told me to take a shower before I got on the bus!"
LOL ohmygosh bless his heart, that kid. He "listens" without ever questioning me. I had the best laugh, I swear it was a venti's worth, and it lasted me all day. Thankfully he got dressed in time to catch the bus. And was very clean.
Ivy had a great first day. There was play-doh and they read books and went outside and to a "gym place" and they have gerbils and two hamsters and a fish tank and babies and a kid liked her "too much" so she told her teacher he was ann-oy-ing her and she made him stop.