Luke's school starts at 7:45. That means we have to be out the door by 7:30 to get him there on time. I think my kids are the slowest get ready-ers in the whole wide world. It's ridiculous how long it takes them. I must say "hurry up" at least 100 times each morning. We have to park the car up the street from his school. Then we run our little butts as fast as they can go.
We usually get there on time, barely. Then we bust out our happy dance because I think it's important to celebrate the small things in life.
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