morning rush

OK, so far so good. The girl got off to school with time to spare, and she inspected the lunchbox and it was all to order. 1-for-1.
The boy was a bit more critical. “My old G.I. Joe lunchbox? Really, dad?” OK, that is SO 2010. Of course it’s the Ironman lunchbox that I should have packed. With that corrected I’m cautiously optimistic that we’ll get everyone and everything where it needs to go…watch this space.

Update: Yep. Everyone got to school on time and in one piece.  Thanks in no small part to the fully loaded iCal, otherwise known as the prosthetic brain…