The girls just weren’t getting ready for school this morning.

Clothes were still in dressers and closets, toothbrushes were charging on their stands, I was trying to lure the girls down the hall with the smell of cinnamon and then wishing I had blind-folded them before offering quinoa with cinnamon for breakfast which turned out to be a giant parenting blunder I may never live down.

Finally, I had enough stalling and asked Chloe to come over to the family room bench where her clothes were waiting for her.

My plan was to quickly dress her so I could move onto making lunches.

She said, “Before I come over there, I just want to know, is this going to be one of our ‘chit-chats’?”