It's OK. I hear him choking in there...

Things are KraZi at our house in the morning. It doesn't matter how early we get up, we are always rushing out the door, running late. I'm repeating everything 5 times (Wilbur get up here and eat, Wilbur get up here and eat, Wilbur get up here and eat, Wilbur get up here and eat, Wilbur get up here and eat). I'm asking the same questions again and again each day, "did you brush your teeth?" "Did you pee?" "Do you have your shoes on?" "Could you put your jacket on please?"

This morning we sent Emery in to brush his teeth, which he should have done first thing. As Wilbur was eating and getting dressed (literally at the same time), I called out to Em, "Are you brushing your teeth?" And he says, "I'll get right to it!" Now, he had been in there for 10 minutes - what was he doing in there? So, a little while later I call out again, more insistently, "Are You Brushing Your Teeth??" And Doug says, "Yes, It's ok, he's rinsing, I hear him choking in there"

Whew. Thank Goodness.