Can't Win For Losin'

Now that Sam is in summer camp, he has a field trip on most Fridays, which means we have to be at school by 8:30 in order to make the bus. And since we face a 30-minute drive, it can be close. Most Fridays Bryon takes the 'wee ones' so Sam and I have plenty of time, but today Jake wasn't having it. He wasn't going to be happy (and if Jake ain't happy, ain't nobody happy) until I took him to school.

So everybody ate quickly, dressed quickly, packed and left. We practically ran through Jake and Abby's day care. Abby to her room. Check. Drop off grapes for today's food activity. Check. Drop off pink paper flower for Abby's show and share. Check. Jake to his room. Kiss. Hug. Go.

We pulled into Sam's school at 8:32. Before I turned off the car I turned down the radio, pointed at the clock and said, "Sam, look. 8:32. Did your mom deliver or did your mom deliver?"

"You're 2 minutes late," he told me, completely unimpressed.

Unbridled

I was in the shower this morning when I heard Abby babbling outside the bathroom door. I was toweling off when she slowly pushed the door open and said good morning. I bent down to give her a hug and as she was hugging me, patting my back, she said, "Happy, happy, happy ..."

I'm not sure my day will get better than that.

Addition

I took Sam out to lunch today - it's the last day before he starts his summer program tomorrow. We were waiting for our food when a woman came in with her son and daughter.

"That's us in 6 years," I told Sam, figuring the boy was about 12 and the girl about 8.

"But he's older than me," Sam said.

"Yes, but if you are 6 now, in 6 more years, you would be about his age," I explained.

"But I'm 7," Sam said.

"You are?" I asked, as I quickly did the math in my head. "I guess you are. I'm sorry, I have a lot of stuff swimming in my head, a lot of numbers to remember."

"Maybe 7 should be one of them." Sam said.