All My Fault

As I write this my 8 year old son is stomping around the entrance.

"C'mon guys get ready"

whine... stomp... slam cupboard door

"Don't go breakin my, don't go breaking my heart" (that's the 6 year old, she sings)

My son is stomping around because he left his hat and mittens in Dad's car which is at Dad's work now. Somehow this must be my fault...

"What are you going to do miss school for the day because you don't have your favorite hat?"

Stand next to the stomping sulky kid to make sure he gets ready.

"You are going to miss the BUS"

Stomp, stomp SLAM

silence

This is why I don't home school.

Whaaa!

Only two left at home.