day 157: the dangers of a dress code sweater

It's Friday. And during the school year, Fridays aren't just Fridays. Nope. We ramp them up to Special Breakfast Fridays.

You see, if the girls get ready on time each morning, no major problems, we stop at their place of choice to grab breakfast on the way to school on Friday morning. And even though this was a very short school week, it counted....in my book.

Dunkin Donuts was requested, so there I headed. Before I pulled in, I told the girls that we did need to hurry. The extra minutes we had weren't as many as I would've liked. I told them that as soon as I parked, I wanted them all out of the car, pronto.

I parked. I got out. K got out. McK got out.

R was still in the van. The very back of the van.

"Reagan, let's go!"

"But Mom!" she whined back.

"No. Not doing this. Get out of the van now."

"Mom, I can't!"

"Reagan, stop. Get yourself out of the van, or you won't have breakfast. Now."

"Mom, I'm stuck!"

What?

Then I saw what she meant.

She had got into her seat, buckled up, and then pulled her sweater out of her backpack. She had proceeded to put her sweater on, fastening each one of the navy blue buttons. Yep. She was stuck. Literally. In the car.

I laughed. K laughed. R laughed as it took her an extra minute to unbutton, then unbuckle, and finally unstuck herself from the van.

This Friday just had to be started with a good laugh. And that was a good thing.