My poor sweet children. We are perpetually LATE for everything. School, church, playdates, practice... whatever it is, we will be late for it. I'm not sure what the problem is. Maybe it is the number of people we have to get going, or the personalities of those people, but we just can't get it together.
This morning, Sarah missed the bus. Hannah managed to run out the door in time to catch it, but not Sarah. That meant that I would have to take her to school before taking Daniel to his preschool. I rushed to get Daniel, Rebekah and Leah Beth dressed (not to mention myself) in time to run Sarah to school.
We were a few minutes late getting there and Daniel and I were discussing the fact that Sarah would be late getting to her class and her friends were already there, etc. Then he asked if he would be late for school (which he almost always is.) I said no, that we were right on time for his school and that we might even be early.
Daniel was thoughtful for a moment and then he said, "What means early?"
So sad that my child does not even know what it means to be early.
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