Daddy-isms

OK. Here's one for the books. This morning I woke up extra early to go get gas (the car was on EMPTY), and I had to run to the grocery store. When I left, I left Bill with instructions about fixing Laura Beth's lunch. I even told here where I would put the little tupperware container on the bar for her strawberries. I told him to give her a pop tart and not a sandwich. Can you see I was very detailed in how to fix her lunch? OK. So I come flying in the door at 7:27, expecting to see her waiting for me ready to go to school. I can't find her anywhere downstairs. My heart is racing. Bill is in the shower. Where do you think I find Bess? Still in the bed..... sound asleep. When I ask Bill with panic in my voice and tears in my eyes, his response was, "I fixed her lunch." Two things I've learned: I must be very specific, and not assume anything. (yes, I thought he would know to wake up the child for school) AND He does listen and follow my every command. We made it to school.