Mommy: (Stumbling bleary-eyed towards the coffee machine) Good morning Pooky bear, Mommy overslept. Can you go get dressed while I make you breakfast?
Noah: (Twirling clumsily falls into kitchen bar stool) Ouch! Mom can I play Wii?
Mommy: (Fumbling uselessly with the coffee maker) Noah, please go get dressed honey, I don't want you to be late for school.
Noah: Mumbles something as he skips and careens through the hallway to his room.
5 Minutes later...
Mommy: (Willing coffee to brew faster, slapping sandwich together. Feeling like a scene in some movie I can't remember where Mom makes sandwiches badly, shoves in brown paper bag, sprinkles in skittles, balls up bag and hands to startled child.) Noah! Are you dressed?
Noah: Silence...
Mommy: (Sliding cheese toast across the counter) Noah?!
Noah: (Hops down hallway putting on first sock) Still no words.
Mommy: (Rooting through refrigerator for suitable lunch fruit) Noah. Do you have your homework from last night? We need to put it in your folder.
Noah: Silence...
Mommy: Noah, where is your spelling word list?
Noah: I don't know.
Mommy: You worked on it at that table over there, please go look for it.
Noah: (Feigning a search, tilts head left and right) I don't know where it is mom.
Mommy: Well keep looking, I need you to put it in your folder.
This pattern repeats for 5 more minutes until...
Noah: (Throwing up his hands in frustration while chewing cheese toast and peering into the trash can for his homework) I can't find it, I think the baby was trying to get it. Maybe he crumpled it up and threw it away. I didn't finish it anyway. Does it matter?
Mommy: Yes it matters! You didn't finish it?? You need to turn it in today for a grade. I thought you finished it! (Mommy rifles through desk papers and produces lined paper and a pencil.) Sit here, finish your breakfast, and write these spelling words in alphabetical order.
Noah: Sigh... Do I have to?
Mommy: Yes!
5 Minutes later
Noah: I'm finished! Can I play Wii?
Mommy: (Changing baby) Put it in your folder Noah. We've got to go.
Noah: I don't know where my back pack is.
Mommy: On the counter, please find it we need to go.
Noah: The folder isn't in the back pack. I don't know where it is.
Mommy: (Finishes dressing baby and comes out to kitchen to find Noah driving matchbox cars along kitchen counter 2 feet from folder.)
Noah: (Matchbox car in one hand, homework in other makes Vrrrrmmmming noises.) I don't know where my folder is mom.
Mommy: (standing with baby on hip looks incredulously at folder and then at child and wonders whether we should see an eye doctor or a shrink.) Really? You can't find it? Noah...find your folder.
Noah: Mom?! I don't KNOW where it is!
Mom: (Gestures with her head towards the counter.)
Noah: Oh.
5 Minutes later in the car...
Noah: Mom? Can I play Wii when I get home today.
Mom: I don't know.
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