We were late for a field trip and I was rushing to get us out the door. Trying to get small children anywhere on time works best when you have a small army assigned to each child, especially if you want said children to have shoes, socks, combed hair, and clean faces. The only army around here consists of my four cute chaos makers. So we were late.
The kids were scurrying for footwear and everyone was feeling the attendant rise in blood pressure as we wondered what shoes would or wouldn't surface as needed.
Then Grace appeared in the hallway looking, uh, like a 3-year-old who dresses herself.
"Look, Mom! I can wear socks with flip flops!"
Yes. Yes, you can.
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