6:45 a.m. Mommy? Is that... you? Why are you up this early? It's almost still dark!
Well, I'm not gonna argue! Let's go go go!
7:15 a.m. Mommy, why are you taking pictures of me eating breakfast? You are starting to FREAK ME OUT.
7:45 a.m. Okay. I've figured out we're going somewhere. You don't dress me up like this to just stay home. So where are we going, anyway?
8:10 a.m. I am cute! I am so cute! I can keep this up all day!
8:30 a.m. MOOOOMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!!! DADDDDDEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Except she sruvived fine, was happy, came home happy, everyone was happy except it was so hot everyone got mad and fought and sulked and all that but really a super, super day.
Except for the part where the night before I had nightmares about forgetting her lunch and sending her to school in her pjs and missing the bus and none of them, none of them, not ONE of them was worse than having to walk away from that bus while she screamed.
I cried a little. I won't lie.
(okay I bawled like a baby.)
(in a mature adult good way.)