Anyhow, this morning I cleaned off the table before we headed down, hoping to keep the dogs from getting up there and cleaning up the rest of Sophie's breakfast. I normally don't do this until I'm back from the bus stop, so it threw me a little bit off.
At about 7:50, we're in the van, the baby is happy for a change and flipping through a book, and I pull in behind the truck already waiting at the bus stop. As I throw the gear shift into park, Sophie looks at me and says, "Mom, I forgot to put shoes on."
I look down and yep, she's got no shoes on. She and Izzy are waiting for me to yell, for I am usually very grouchy of a morning (UGH) but this strikes me as hilarious, so I start laughing and turn around and pass two other cars going down the hill to the bus stop. Sophie sprints back into the house, runs upstairs and grabs her shoes, and is back in the van in under a minute. Astonishingly fast, actually.
I had reassured them not to worry, that we'd just drive to school if they missed the bus, but we got down there again in plenty of time, with me still cracking up every time I thought about what her teacher would have thought had Sophie shown up with no shoes on.
Actually, knowing Sophie and I, she probably wouldn't have been surprised in the least.