last night at bedtime...
the kid: mommy, I was late to school today. I don't like being late.
me: you weren't late. you weren't as early as you usually are, but you still had plenty of time to get to class.
the kid: yeah, but I was the last one in my class, so that means I was late.
me: did your teacher say you were late?
the kid: no.
me: did you have to go to the office?
the kid: no.
me: then you weren't late.
the kid: but I don't like being the last one to get there. 'cause that means I'm late. and I don't like being late. got it?
me: (sigh) got it. I'm really proud of you for not wanting to be late. I'll do my best to make sure you always get to school on time.
the kid: EARLY.
me: early. got it.
the kid: thank you. I love you. good night.
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