The delay.

Mother-in-law called this morning just after 6 to tell me that school was on a two hour delay. In addition to being the worlds coolest preschool teacher, she also drives a bus (Michael's actually) for the school district, so when my phone rings at an ungodly hour I know it's the MIL bat phone. Well, either that or Curt calling to ask me what I'm wearing.

Anyway, here's how my children took the news...

Michael: "Sccchwwweeet! So, I could like, go back to bed, and sleep for like, another two hours?" And he did. The way that only 14 year-olds can.

Me: "You don't have school for another two hours."
Lucas: Without missing a beat and vibrating like a junkie looking for a fix: "Can I play the Wii?"

Emma: Well, I have no idea, because she is still in bed. That's right, the girl is smart, and if no one is going to come and pry her out from underneath that blanket, she's not going to volunteer.

And Brett, of course Brett. He stumbled upstairs like he does every morning, half dressed, school shirt paired with pajama bottoms, still groggy as hell.

Me: "School's on a two hour delay because of the ice. Get your pill, don't make any noise, and for the love of all that is holy, don't wake up Emma."
Brett: "Yeaaaah. I can't promise anything."