7:25 a.m.
Five minutes left until it’s time to leave for school. First Born opens his backpack and realizes he had a homework sheet to be completed over the weekend.

“Observations of a beautiful sunny, spring day:”

“What do you see around you? What do you feel when you’re standing? What do you smell? What do you hear? Any other thoughts?”

First Born looks outside at a cloudy, dreary sky.

“Well, it’s not sunny and beautiful. I don’t have to do it.”

With no time left, I have to agree.

Middle Child gets home from kindergarten.

“Your play is on Thursday! What kind of costume did your teacher say you should wear?”

“I’m supposed to wear sort-of old, stained clothing. Maybe I could wear my white uniform shirt with the chocolate stain on it. And I could wear my brown uniform pants with the grass stain.”

“Perfect,” I agree. “So, it’s pretty much what you would wear to school anyway!”

Carpooling home from school. I notice a sheet in the backpack explaining options for summer camps.

“I don’t want to go to any camps, Mom,” First Born interjects.

“Why not?” asks carpool friend.

“My mom makes summer way more fun than any camp could be!”

Aww. Highlight of my day.

7 p.m.

Youngest Child laying on the floor.

“Someone folded up all of my edges!”

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