Christi is out of town for the weekend so I got the kids off to school on my own this morning. Well, I did have some very valuable help! Jessica did Sophi's and Lexi's hair :). (Thank heavens!) As I was getting the little girls' shoes and socks on before driving them to the elementary, Sophi asked for me to pack her a snack "like mom always does." Lexi wanted one, too.
Me: "What do you want."
Lexi: "Some of the mint oreos."
Me: "Those are all gone."
Lexi: "But you said you would pack them for my snack yesterday and you forgot!"
Me: "Sorry. I'm a terrible father."
Lexi: "But you're not like Snape, though."
So what exactly does that mean? Yes, Dad, you're a terrible father, but you could be worse if you wore a black dress, had greasy hair and intentionally made my life as miserable as possible at every opportunity. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Lex ;)