Sometimes (and by "sometimes" I mean "every day") we are in a crazy rush to get out the door and show up for school on time. Lots of people with lots of hair to comb and noses to wipe and teeth to brush. And maybe we should change out of our pajamas. But you know what helps that crazy rush a bit?
A seven-year-old. He gets ready all by himself and then hangs out with Jane. It helps to yell, "hurry! hurry!" at only three kids instead of five. Thanks, Joe.