I nearly dropped Alice off with my lunch instead of hers.
Fortunately, I realized the mistake before anyone tried to feed her carrot-ginger soup. (Although, in retrospect, I think she would have gone for it.)
Then, when I picked her up looking like this,
her teacher suggested (very nicely), “You might want to cut her finger nails.”
Yes! Obviously. A must do.
What I have come to see as a critical element of Alice’s recent best day ever is this: On the day in question, David happened to have a late-starting work shift, so we were able to double-team her through the get-up-and-go process. And since he could stay a little longer at home before dropping her off, the pace of her morning was slower than usual.
I feel terrible, of course, that we can’t work it that way all the time.
I worry, of course, that the usual rush-rush is rubbing off on her.
Anyway, I guess what I want Alice to know one day is that, even when the seams were more ragged than we wanted them to be, they did not come apart.