I started last night by insisting that the kids find the shirts they wore on the first day of school. For such a simple task, there was a lot of eye rolling, grunts and stomping.
Blaming, too. Lots of blaming.
Eventually, oh, about 20 minutes later, both kids came into the kitchen, each extending an arm with a wrinkled black t-shirt clutched in their fists. These were the shirts they wore on first day of school 178 days ago.
"Are they clean?"
"Clean enough" was the response.
Very good. Be prepared to wear your shirts and get pictures taken. That means, Trent, do not sneak into the shower until I have your photo.
Whatever.
This morning.
Kat is already up.
Trent is still in bed. "TRENT! You have 2 minutes to get your shirt on and outside. You knew this was coming."
More grumbling.
More loud noises.
More "GEEZ!"
More "STUPID!"
Ok! Smile!
"I'm going in."
"No Trent. You're not. We can stay out here forever. Don't care.
More grumbling.
More loud noises.
More "GEEZ!"
More "STUPID!"
I take a few snaps. This is all they'll give me. So, you tell me. Is the first picture from today or 178 days ago?
I'm going in.
Fine, Trent.
More grumbling.
More loud noises.
More "GEEZ!"
More "STUPID!"
Trent in 10, Kat in 7th.
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