We've gotten to a really nice place in the morning. I get up at 6a with Andy and make lunch for all the kids, send him off and then have about 15 minutes to myself before Amanda wanders downstairs, often buck naked, to ask me what she should wear to school and if I will please help her get dressed. She doesn't really want me to physically help her get dressed, but pick out the clothes or sometimes just be there for moral support. The girls have been awesome about showering in the morning, brushing their hair and getting their breakfast. Sometimes they need help, like today Sarah had a hard time cutting her mini bagel and getting it out of the toaster, but otherwise things have been moving smoothly.
Occasionally I take those uneventful mornings for granted and don't check the girls over as carefully as I should. Maybe their hair is still wet or a little knotty or they are a bit disheveled. I'm sure their teachers have seen it all, so I don't worry about it too much, plus I really don't want to argue with them about their appearance in the morning, so I usually let it go. This morning, however, after we had dropped Sarah off in her line up and were walking up the sidewalk to Amanda's drop off point, I noticed she had cream cheese all over her mouth. So I did the thing my mother always did to me that I swore I would not do to my kids. I licked my thumb and rubbed it off her face.
She let me do it, but looked at me and said, "You're gross." Yes, kiddo, I am.
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