So, this morning, I'm at the kitchen sink, scrubbing away at the caked-on mud on Calla's shoes after her unauthorized romp through her dad's fledgling vegetable garden last night. I was feeling a little self-righteous, complimenting myself on my attention to this detail since it would have been the day care floors that would be getting all dirty today and not even my own. Clearly, I was one of the good moms, the mom who took the time to take care of the little details.
And then, after exchanging morning pleasantries at drop-off, what's the first thing Calla's favorite teacher, Ms Michelle says? "Calla! You have your shoes on the wrong feet!"
Aah yes. It's the little details.
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