Ten minutes till we were supposed to be out the door and Cannon comes running down the stairs dressed in his "kangaroo suit," aka my shirt from my Halloween costume.
I wish I could have appreciated this moment in time, about 8 years ago, for its simplicity.
and they wonder why I sometimes loose my patience in the morning. Actually, they don't wonder anymore!
(what's more embarrassing? My son wearing a red shirt as funny pants? or the state of my girls' room?)