Yesterday was the school dance. The kids were super excited as I scrambled through the house like a mad woman trying to get them ready in time. Never mind the fact that there was a screaming toddler clinging to my chalk-stained, shaving-cream scented, and oh-what's-that stained pants. He has very strong views relating to Cate's hair styling process. Translation: Let's get this mess started! Well, we managed to make it out the door in one piece, although my mind was not. On the way to the school, I glanced out the window and thought: The school dance. The tell-tell sign that the kids are growing up. Well, not actually. But it's coming. It's when they have the audacity to look at you and wave, GOODBYE!
What?! How dare you?! Does anyone have a tissue?