Get out of the car...now

We were late for J's first period Chem class, again. And really, we didn't have any excuse because it was late start anyway.

But she was jonesing for Jamba Juice, oatmeal with blueberries to be specific, and she wanted what she wanted. Unfortunately, a train came on the tracks, a long one, just as we pulled up to Meeker and 4th. And we waited. And waited. Penned in now, we couldn't turn around, so we resigned ourselves to be late, and get the oatmeal anyway.

So 15 minutes late, imagine our surprise when we pull up to the school, and at least half the student body is out front waiting for us. A fire drill, or some such, and it was pouring. We sit in the car a minute, but now I'm going to be late for my director's meeting, so she has to get out...now.

And of course she's lost the umbrella I gave her, and she leaves the oatmeal in the car, where it quickly gets cold.

"Jennifer, sorry for the downpour, and the fact the whole school now knows you're late, but get out."

"Mommy!"

"Now."

"Beezee"

Fine, but you still need to get out of the car.

So she calls to Adam, who seems to magically appear wherever she is, makes him carry her stuff so she can use her coat as a shield.