Preparing for a Flood
I thought I was doing good. We were getting ready to go and I noticed my eight-year-old's nails looked like shovels on the ends of his fingers. "Please trim your nails before we go." As he walked away I noticed his pants were too short. "Change your pants too, those are too short now." And as he was rounding the corner I yelled, "Don't forget to brush your teeth!" Before walking out the door I asked if he had taken care of everything I asked of him. "Yes mom, I even flossed." That a boy! We all piled in the vehicle as I was mentally ticking off boxes. Coats, check. Shoes, check. (It's winter, you'd think that would be a given, but no. It has happened.) Books, bags, check. Hair, umm looks pretty good, check. Keys, wallet, cellphone, check. We thankfully arrived at our destination, on-time no less! As Mason (the eight-year-old) is getting out of the car I notice his white socks peeking out at the ankle. While he is running ...