Ah, we really are back into the School Morning Routine; yelling, attempting to locate missing shoes, forgetting to make school lunches because we’ve just tripped over the missing shoes lying in the middle of the floor and yelling …
As per normal, I am last to get dressed, and race up the hall to my bedroom, toast in one hand, MUG in the other so I can locate whatever Appropriate To Wear To School Dropoff gear. I usually go for the nearly-four-year-old tracksuit pants that I wore during the huge phase of my last pregnancy and whatever shirt can pass for “exercise” wear.
As per also normal and that I wish would desist, Monkey Boy pretends to be hilarious and sticks his head around the door frame as I’m rushing to get dressed.
“Ha ha, I can see your boo-oobs!” he points out to me and whomever is passing by our front gate.
“Pervert, ” I reply, as this is the Word Of The Moment, overused by my eleven-year-old in any and all circumstances where he wishes to