We’ve all been there. You woke up early enough. You had made lunches the night before. Your hair came out great and the clothes you picked out didn’t need ironing. (Not that I iron…I call that “putting something in the dryer”.) And everything ran smoothly! You just had to jump in the car and you might (gasp) get to camp early! Thus getting to work early!
Jack: Hold on, I need to poop!
me: No-ho-hoooooooohhhh!
I slump to the floor dropping my lunch, my workout bag, Jack’s backpack, my water bottle and the pile of bills that I was going to pay at work when I thought I would be … Early. (Sob)
me: (meekly) Jack can you hurry?
I’m not sure he can hear me through the strains of the keyboard music he is playing in there. He is camped out.
Jack: You can’t rush nature!
Sh*t My 6-Year-Old Says (but he's 18 now) 