You be the judge of these recent crack of dawn shenanigans.
We get a family of seven up, dressed, out of the house by 6:30 am.*
I can't tell you how. I plan to write a book about it one day.
Up until recently I have been anti Pop Tart. Not because I don't like them. I do. I love chocolate Pop Tarts and so do my kids. Lately I have been buying them more and more because they are portable and we are in a hurry. Plus all the spoons have mysteriously disappeared.
The other morning I came down to ruckus. A Pop Tart ruckus.
It turns out Tanner who is always the first kid dressed and down stairs looked for Pop Tarts, but could find none. After he ate something else, let the dog out, and fed her he returned to the kitchen to discover Ty who is always the last one dressed and downstairs was carrying a package of Pop Tarts.
How did that happen?
Ty had hidden the last package of Pop Tarts in a box of bran cereal where he knew no one would ever stumble across it.
Genius or Delinquent? What do you think?
* We do not get Shaye dressed. She goes squishy tushy straight from the crib to the sitters. I am not ashamed.