Yesterday I came home to a very excited third grader who was jumping up and down saying, “Mom! Mom! Mom! Guess what! Guess what! I WAS INVITED TO THE TARDY PARTY!”

And I was all: What is a tardy party?

Apparently the Tardy Party is a special French inspired breakfast for all the kids at her school who were tardy only once, or not all, during the month of February.

This is the first time she’s been invited. Which, of course, begs the question: Why is she so tardy? I don’t have an answer for that. She takes the bus every morning and I’m told that if the bus is late getting to school then the kids are not marked tardy. As far as I know, the bus gets there on time.

Anyhow. She was so excited this morning that not only did she get out of bed right away, she also helped give Phoebe a shower (poor doggy needed a shower this morning), got dressed without being told twice, and she packed her own lunch. I came into the kitchen just as she was pulling the ENTIRE loaf of bread out of the bread bag.