We were late for school this morning.
It's Ted's birthday. There were gifts to be opened, games to be played, plans to be made. Which left me 7 minutes to get them dressed, fed, and driven to school.
As I pulled up to the entrance, Will announced that I would need to sign them in, as they were more than 10 minutes late.
"I'm wearing pyjamas."
Then, "What do you have on your feet?"
"That's OK then. You can sign us in. As long as you're not wearing slippers."
Which explains why, at 8:15 am, I was wandering the halls of PS 193 in pyjamas, a ski jacket, gardening gloves, and snow boots. You'll notice that my kids were not alarmed by this -- this is what they expect from me. As long as the slippers stay home. Slippers cross the line.
I still haven't brushed my teeth.