My husband, the girls and I sit in the car ready to go to church, but there is no sign of my 6 year old son. I knew he was ready because I had just done his hair and put his nice church shirt on. So I get out of the car and stick my head in through the garage door and yell to him to get in the car. As I look in the house I see a strange boy with no head, just a nice buttoned down shirt half over his head, upside down, twisted and completely covering his face. I think to myself, that best not be my son because I just took time to primp him all nice. Well, to my dismay it was him. I take a deep breath and yell again to get his rear end in the car now, and little thank you for ruining his nice hair and shirt that I just buttoned 10 buttons on. I get back in the car and we wait for him to get his shoes on and get in the car. As he is frustrated that he can’t get his shirt back on because he is trying to fit it over his head with all the buttons still buttoned (hello!) he simply grabs two mis-matched flip flops. My husband looks at me as if to say, “Go get him a real pair of church shoes”. I say, “He is a disaster anyway lets just go”. So off to the church we drove, along the way trying to fix what my silly son had ruined, his shirt, his hair, his him! UGGGH! Sound familiar at all?

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