Unlike yesterday's post, sometimes we aren't running late; however, that can all change in a flash.
One day last week Presley was dressed, she had eaten, and we were about to walk out the door ahead of schedule. I opened the fridge to refill Paxten's juice. I left the fridge door open like always because I literally grab the juice, open it, poor it, close it, then put it back in the fridge. As I am about to turn around to put the juice back in the fridge I heard Presley behind me make a noise like she was upset. I looked down and she was squatting down with a cracked raw egg on her pants, her hands and the floor. She had grabbed an egg out of the bottom of the fridge door and cracked it on her knees.
After washing her hands, changing her pants and cleaning the floor, we went to school. We were no longer ahead of schedule.
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