Bless You, School Mornings

It really shouldn't be that hard: Pack your backpack, grab your snack and folders, head out the door.

Then why, oh why, does every weekday morning turn into a circus?

Seriously.

What do you want for breakfast?

I don't know. Can I play the Wii?

No. What do you want for breakfast?

What do we have?

(Grown-up lists choices)

I don't like any of that. Look at this Lego guy I made.

Not now. What do you want for breakfast?

I have to go to the bathroom.

Get dressed and brush your teeth.

In that Star Wars episode....

Get dressed and brush your teeth.

....(Star Wars jargon, blah blah blah)....

Get dressed and brush your teeth.

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Okay, go to school naked.

Where are your shoes?

I don't know. Where are my shoes?

I don't know, I don't wear them.

Well, I don't know where they are. Someone hid them somewhere!

No one cares about your shoes. Find them.

Can I have some milk?

Do you have shoes on?

I CAN'T FIND THEM!!!! After school, can I play the Wii? (Star Wars jargon)

I'm leaving.