Three days a week I have to drag Lizzy and Morgan out of bed to get the big kids to school early. It's never pretty getting a 6-year-old and a 4-year-old out the door at 7am. But today it was at least funny:
Me: "Come on girls. Lizzy I can't carry you. You're too big."
Morgan: "I can't walk."
Me: "I can carry you Morgan. But when you're six, I won't be able to carry you anymore."
Lizzy, crawling out of bed, mumbling: "Enjoy the moment, Morgan."
