Sunday morning. I had to get my parents to the airport by 8:45 and get back home by 9:15 to make it to 9:30 church on time. This is a conversation that occurred after I returned home at 9:15 and found the boys still in their pajamas, completely disheveled:
Sandie (to Aaron, annoyed) I thought you'd have the boys ready to go by the time I got home.
Aaron: What have I ever done in the past that would make you think that I'd have them ready to go when you got home?
At least the man tells it like it is. I love him.