So yesterday I was in a hurry to leave the house to pick my two older kids up from school. I raced out the door without putting shoes on Scott. After picking up the kids I was on my way home when I hear Kelly start to panic in the backseat because she forgot her favorite jacket at school. So I turned around to go back to school and pick it up from the library where she left it. We parked the car and I ferry all three kids inside, barefoot boy included. First we started in the library where we disrupted a “Mad Science” group (no jacket), then we went to Kelly’s classroom where we interrupted a meeting (no jacket), then we visited David’s favorite former teacher just because we were there (obviously no jacket), and finally we checked lost and found (still no fucking jacket). I talked a deflated Kelly and my other two unstable electrons back into the car where I immediately spied underneath her backpack the practically-glow-in-the-dark neon pink jacket. This is how I felt inside:

On a related note, for Christmas I want one of those dogs that herds kids sheep.