An Occasional 2012 Friday Series: Project Runway

Summer weather is here!

What better to battle 90 degree days than dresses? I’m not much of a girly girl but I love some swishy skirts and dresses on a hot day. This week I wore the following dresses and paired with the earrings I recently made.

From White House, Black Market, a store I have long been waiting to finally be able to fit into their clothes this gem. A whole store of just black/white clothing, I’m waiting at the door folks.

From Target for a total cost of under $30 for the scarf and dress. This navy dress with surplice neckline is super versatile and super comfortable. Today I paired it with giant hoop earrings and sandals. I’ve already worn it several times and have plans to pair it with leggings this fall.

Then the motherload: the much sought after maxi dress. I pair it with a little white cardi for school but out of school it was perfect for a recent date night.

I think this is my favorite item I have bought post surgery.

Not that I’m advocating for a slo-mo cat walk complete with a fan blowing when I enter the room but everything about this dress makes me feel amazingly confident.

***Note the straight hair in a couple of the shots. I’ve been blowing it out straight every other day. I’ve gotten faster and not washing my hair daily buys me a little more sleep***

Cute (straight) hair and more sleep? Double Score.

April Fools'

April 2012: returning to work post surgery 2, lots of behavior issues with Ben, an abysmal teacher conference, starting family/behavior therapy, extra work obligations for both adults, fighting with the state of SC to close my mom’s probate case.

You could say that the whole month felt like an extended April fools' joke.

Luckily I said no to several potential time sucker obligations, budgeted my time once home to maximize what had to get done, and so many nights called it early and just went to bed.

When I made my time a 2012 priority, April was successful.

May is already looking good on the planning front. We have consensus about the med trial, meeting with the summer tutor planned, ass-kicking awesome mother’s day weekend upcoming, school is winding down and I am not, repeat NOT working in any capacity, and probate is scheduled to close at the end of the month.

In light of a almost year long probate of my mom’s estate, Bill and I have revised our wills, set up trusts for each child with guardianships should we die before they are of age. Yesterday we signed off on all the paperwork and wrote a large check for the peace of mind not to saddle our kids with a mess.

Some many times in April being the parent or adult in the room was painfully obvious. I pray that decisions made will payoff. With May already rolling along I feel good that with April behind us, the summer is on the horizon.

Our annual big summer family fun list is in the works and with Ian a year older and able to do more, summer 2012 is looking good.

Google Search: Piranha

First ever report assignment!?!

Totally keeping it for the funny factor alone.

A diagnosis, a plan, a goal

Ben has officially been diagnosed with ADHD after several weeks of testing and meetings.

Our pediatrician, a child psychiatrist, and a family therapist have all confirmed that his behaviors, descriptions of difficulties, interviews with his teachers, parents, and in person with Ben were indicative of a positive diagnosis and needed interventions.

The plan involves the following:

1. A combination of medication and behavior therapy. There is much more of a back story here about coming to a consensus about when, where, who will be evaluating, how Bill and I differ about this decision and how we have worked to compromise for Ben’s best interest a combined approach is the best choice. The bottom line that is research backed is Ben has the best chance of improvement with both used in tandem.

2. Bill and I have also agreed to spend the next 6 weeks in family therapy refining how discipline works in our house, fine tuning what we are doing with the sole focus on being a united front. Who you are to your kid is often illustrated by the choices you make in how you discipline.

3. Also on the list of interventions is continued use of the chart we have been using with Ben to track am/pm expectations. We are in week 4 and so far breaking down transitions into smaller parts has helped. I laminated our chart and use a wipe off pen. Bill does the am, I the pm.

The chart is an easy check in twice a day and a chance to earn 2nd chance at home if school has gone badly. We physically pay bear bucks at the end of each night and allow him to pick a reward at the end of the week. Rewards have buck values. Ben has bought in and it is working well, hence a recent reward weekend trip to Krispy Kreme.

Our therapist liked that his school contract works together with the chart at home and has asked his teacher to further break down her expectations of him into targeted goals. At our parent conference she was not only open to making changes, but also is willing to recommend a supportive and ADHD knowledgeable 1st grade teacher placement.

4. I have also asked her for a recommendation for a summer tutor to help review and build on his reading and writing skills over the summer. I am not working this summer and plan to use some part of the day working with Ben on his skills based on the recommendation of the tutor.

Bill and I thank our friends for the support as we move from perusing diagnosis to now working on interventions. I don’t expect that after a week of medication or a couple of sessions of therapy that Ben is going to suddenly be a different child.

These interventions are about helping him be successful in school, with his relationships, to feel he is a good boy who is capable of making good decisions over the long haul.

I am not surprised at all and in some ways this is a relief that maybe it wasn’t just parenting choices but rather a biological component going back to toddlerhood has been part of the problem.

When a meeting on yet another couch begins with, “you are not bad parents,” there is a part of you that wants to believe it. Another part that wants other people to also see that you are doing everything you can and have been doing everything you can for as long as you can remember and not judge you, judge your kid, judge your choices.

What I hope for Ben,for us as parents, for what decisions we are putting in place is support.

The cure for male underwear overexposure

I live in a house filled with man and little man underwear. I often think that if I was one of those people who would hang a bright, colorful flag displaying the seasons that it would say, Vinson: House of penises with underwear embroidered welcoming all who enter.

With this realization, I try to make it out with female friends when possible. Adult conversation that does not involve discussions of superheroes, legos, cars, and anything else stereotypically male is welcomed and is a sanity saver.

Enter a weekend of XX fun. Up first was a jewelry making class that I got ½ price on Groupon. I’ve wanted to check outOrnamentea
for a while, and when they offered up a class to learn the 7 basic types of earrings I was all over a ladies day out.

Note that after 3 hours, with much help from the instructor, I had seven pairs of earrings. My apologies to the instructor, who should have gotten combat pay for all the times she had to reshow me a technique. I got to catch up with my friend as most days I only get a quick minute between classes.

Up next was finally seeing the Hunger Games. For a book that was so visually rich with what I thought scenes would look like if it ever came to film, it didn’t disappoint. So ready to reread the whole trilogy, again.

Lastly on the XX front was getting summer sorority reunion plans set. Once again a group of us are getting together for a weekend in July. This year we are in Nashville where two of our friends live and have promised us a honky-tonk good time. One of my friends is driving up from Myrtle Beach to fly out with me. Good odds that one or both of us may be booted from the plane before we make it to Nash-Vegas. The crazy thing about this friend is that she went to high school with Bill and has known him longer than me.

I’m fairly sure that the cure for overexposure to male underwear is cultivating female relationships.

Friday tradition

Thanks for supportive thoughts both here as well as those posted to me privately. While we don't plan to play out every decision we are making about interventions/treatments publically it helps to know we have support on our side. Giving voice to how this impacts our family through writing seems to give worry an outlet.

On the positive today I want to share something I do with the boys most every Friday after pick up. We started it last summer as a weekly trip and we kept it going throughout this school year.

We hit up the library for new books, hang out in the amazing kid’s area reading a couple of books from the little chairs. Ben loves to check out all the books at the self service kiosk with Ian nearby helping me stack the books into our bags.

I won't lie this trip usually involves fishing the boys out of a back room that has a stage that they love to jump and roll into the floor. Luckily the library an hour from close on Friday is usually dead.

Once home we make a single batch of cookies or brownies to enjoy over the weekend and then play outside until Bill gets home.

Friday nights are typically family movie night with easy dinner, popcorn, and whatever we made that afternoon to enjoy. we've starting letting the kids stay up one extra hour on Friday nights in return for a 7/7:30 Sat am wake up. So far minus DST changes it works.

As much as I've written about struggling with Ben of late, these types of traditions are what I want to look back and remember. It is what I want the boys to remember about growing up in our home.

Lazy weekend ahead and after a stressful week all hopes that by Monday we can start fresh for a better week.

Of licking paper towels and guinea pig bites

This feels like the Bataan death march of trying weeks. Lots of work as the semester winds down. More importantly just more ongoing Ben issues. So far this week I have gotten notes home about licking paper towels in the bathroom and yesterday putting his finger in the classroom guinea pig's mouth, resulting in a bite.

Both super nasty on the gross out front. Both resulting in lots of tears and time talking at bedtime about better choices.

There is a post soon about working on a longer term plan for Ben. Bill and I have had more conversations in our kitchen this week in which one or both of us have exclaimed we just feel defeated. On the positive, and yes there are MANY positives here to early intervention, I think wanting to be a united front may be one of the best things for our marriage in a long time.

While horizontal bound I caught up on several books. I finally got around to reading Siblings Without Rivalry and and How She Really Does It. Both were great reads among a book club pic, 2 ADHD books, and skimming a couple of others while at home.

From How She Really Does it I took the advice that working outside the home makes me a better, more centered mom and I shouldn't apologize for saying it outloud. I wouldn't trade the year I had a home with Ian for anything, most importantly it helped define that I am good at what I do and the highly structured day of working outside my home makes me appreciate and protect the time I have at home more fiercely.

Up next was Siblings Without Rivalry. Good timing on reading as the fighting between Ben and Ian has become a daily issue. Ian can hold his own and has finally developed some language to fight back. Most importantly I took away were ways to listen to kids, making them part of the solution with their ideas, and don't cast them into preset roles. I'm on board to read How to Talk So that Kids Listen next.

To wrap up this Thursday rambling I mentioned to someone who was asking about Ben that yeah, this really sucks and feels like a major parenting fail. But there is so much positive at doing what we can for him now so that when he's 15 or 25 or whatever that his relationships, his self esteem, his ability to concentrate better at school or work or whatever will be because of the energy and yes so many tears now.

That makes me feel like it's all worth the time, stress, and tears.

Wordless Wednesday

The freckle-faced, blue-eyed one in the middle has no idea to what length I will go for him.

Post Op Check In

Super busy week with teacher conference, meeting again with the psychiatrist about Ben, working a benefit concert for Kenya fundraising, doing a class. Busy.

Thanks folks who continue to ask how I'm doing, or in some cases tell me quit doing _____, are you nuts? Keep calling me out on overdoing it.

I'm still in major recovery mode at three weeks out today. I'm really, really tired and going back to work a week ago was a mixed bag decision.

Good in that I am now not having to play catch up with work. All feelings that a sub would have butchered this unit and I would have been stuck reteaching and then being behind until the end of the semester.

Bad in that I hurt. Badly. Everyday last week it became harder and harder just to move. By midweek all the energy I had was gone and I was beyond exhausted. Bill is on a release at work and working late almost every night so I've been solo parenting at night.

I could give you the most jacked up word problem involving at what time can Bill still get home and Heather still take painkillers and still be functional leaving for work.

The answer: 10 pm

This week is better as I really tried to take it easy over the weekend. All incisions look good. I have about the same amount as before, around 30 inches that have to be taped daily for the next 3 months. I also have to wear compression shorts (think super tight bike shorts) that are becoming uber hot as the weather is turning warmer. I was released to buy a bra which after a good hour of bra shopping last weekend I'm the size I hoped to be long term.

When I went to the 2 week follow up with the surgeon last week he couldn't believe how active I already was and once again referred to me as a "wagon train kinda gal". I think if he uses this phrase a 3rd time, I'm making it my epitaph.

At this point I wish I could say I'm completely done, but for lack of a better phrase there is some clean up nip and tucks that need to be finished up after 6 weeks out. All be done in office under local anesthetic with only a day out of work.

I have a fairly high pain tolerance, frankly I'll admit to being a bit of a pain junkie who for some certifible reason has long since equated phyical pain with reaching some type of goal. With this set of surgeries I've been in severe pain. Simply because of where these scars are it is inevitable that siting, walking, and lifting just hurt.

I'll once again say what a good decision it was to do these now 4 procedures. I feel like a walking advertisement for my surgeon's talent. These results look better than I ever imagined and the confidence that came with being on the other side is worth every penny and bit of pain now.

Urgent care and birthday cupcakes do not mix

See the cute cupcakes in honor of Ian's two favorite things:

Elmo and saying the word B-ball with single finger pointing to our neighbors goal repeatedly.

Listen as I recount the frantic lunchtime call from Bill recounting that the boys got into a fight at Target and he thought Ian's arm was potentially broken.

Bill: Hearing screaming in the background. Are you home? Can you meet me at Urgent Care, I think Ian is badly hurt. Ben bent Ian's arm backwards over the cart and hit it with full force and possibly broke it.

Bill is NOT calm as I try to get him to tell me where he is and if I need to come to him or does he want to come home pick me up and us assess the injury.

I'm coming home, so we can go in one car or you can keep Ben.

Once home Ian is still crying and refusing to lift his arm. I pull Ben aside and ask him what happened and he admits he hurt Ian's arm but that he was just playing around and not trying to be mean. I send him upstairs until we can check out Ian. Bill is still livid and Ben is now crying.

Any movement in his left arm and he screams even louder. I contemplate calling our ped or our family doctor to see if either are open before we trek it to urgent care.

Somewhere in the midst, Ian has stopped crying and asking for a drink, then strawberries (on the counter.)

His arm does not feel broken or swollen and his shoulder is in the socket. So we decide to do lunch and nap and see if after nap he is still favoring the shoulder.

After nap he picked up a sippy with his hand and lifted it without crying. Another check and no swelling or obvious reason to NOT spend the rest of his birthday sitting in chairs.

We had planned to go out for dinner but opted to play outside, order pizza, and do cake and presents on the porch. It was a gorgeous day to celebrate sweet Ian's 2nd birthday.

At 2 you are wide open, full of energy, have started to string two word sentences together like "Ben, not nice", "here Veg-hus", "Me hid (I hide)". Last week he said his own name clear as a bell. You love to run (usually away from us), give hugs, blow kisses, read books, try anything your brother does. We can usually find at least one Duplo in a pocket at all times.

Ian, you are a gift of light and laughter. I hear your sweet voice, your laugh and you instantly ground me.

Happy birthday sweet blue-eyed boy. Thankfully Urgent care was not part of your special day.

Passing along some Wednesday awesome

One of my favorite local blogs posted how to get your kids involved serving others in your local community.

I'll personally give credence to the Women's Shelter of Wake County, where the majority of all my closet clean out has been donated.

One of my summer list with the kids is to find several opportunities that I can do with the kids (probably just Ben). Ideas if you are local welcomed.

Happy Wednesday folks-

Because Gandhi is a crazy long movie

Back at work today. No need to get in the what is wrong with you, what happened to taking another week, do I need to slap some sense into you line.

I would if I could, BUT with only 4 sick days left for year I need to hang on to them in case of infection, one additional outpatient procedure, the boys sickness, or if I can swing it a hooky day to surprise Ben at school to volunteer.

Since I'm mobile, off pain meds, and able to drive AND all my sub plans are complete, why not head back.

I will be taking it easy, not adding anything to my plate this week, and taking care of myself.

Really. No need for I told you so.

We had a wonderful holiday weekend and for the most part I feel back to normal. Thanks everyone for your continued good thoughts and support.

You can send me some good thoughts all week as I sit through Gandhi as we kick off a unit on Imperialism. It is a CRAZY long movie that kids actually like. That seems crazy on all levels. At least it buys me a good 30 mins in each class to be off my feet which I will take full advantage.

An Occasional 2012 Friday Series: Project Runway

I've never been a big shopping kind of gal. Basically with 10+ black tshirts I have a go-to outfits that all include, you guessed it one of the ten.

While couch bound I've been shopping. A lot. Like had to preface the conversation to Bill as, "since I worked out free shipping why not buy what I want and then return the majority."

Since I feel remotely human again I took some time to have a little try on show. By the end I had 4 new outfits ready to roll.

*sadly none included the cute dresses from Old Navy fit and even with different sizing the styles just didn't look good*

Up first my desire for some cute summer skirts


I LOVE this skirt and think I might be able to pull off leggings with it in the fall. I have two maxi dresses also on order from this same vendor. I might cry if neither look as good as they do in my dreams. PS this skirt is a MEDIUM!!! Hello haven't seen that size since Jr. High!


I found this jacket on clearance and still think I need some help finding ways to style, but for now I paired it with white cropped pants and hello a NEW SMALLER black tshirt (like I wasn't going to replace some of my stash)



Lastly was what I was wearing yesterday. I love this chambray shirt. Kim K of My Style Challenge totally nails how this can be a wardrobe staple. Something tells me she can give me some more ideas on this (and that gray jacket).


One more.... Was totally playing around looking at dresses from Rent the Runway and found this beauty. I love every single thing about this dress. Just imagining my body just wearing something so beautiful makes me smile.

What to Make of It

Yesterday Bill and I met on referral to a pediatric psychiatrist for Ben's potential ADHD diagnosis.

Without a huge, long story our concerns have grown over this first year in public school. Remember the first day come to Jesus meeting where his teacher met me at the door about behavior?

After a daily behavior contract, nearly being suspended from the after school program, several meetings with his teacher as well as frequent email communication, concerns with report card after what felt like no marked improvement we moved to an evaluation. What was deemed immaturity in October is now a vaid concern and waiting until 1st grade is not an option.

So far we (each parent and each teacher) completed lengthy questionnaires and completed an observation survey privately and forwarded to his pediatrician.

The day before my surgery we met with Ben with our pediatrician. She asked questions of Ben and concluded that there are legitimate concerns. She identified multiple markers and felt a fuller psychological and educational evaluation was warranted before a diagnosis could be confirmed.

In a nutshell here are our top concerns and reason why we are seeking an evaluation now instead of waiting:

1. Inability to concentrate and finish school work despite multiple interventions within the classroom. From our volunteering we've seen Ben sit with his portable cubicle peeking under talking to others, not be able to stay seated, give up when frustrated, and engage in a power struggle and be defiant towards the teacher and TA. Completing homework is difficult and often a similar power struggle.

2. Being in constant motion from the minute up until he goes to bed. So many nights it seems that if I would let him he would simply stay up all night playing. So many of the questionnaires asked if it was like he was a wound up motor. Even with the outlets of recess, a good 2 hours outside or in the gym afterschool, and if we can swing it time outside once home, he is still going strong as we approach bedtime.

So many of the questions we have are about what is normal almost 6 year old behavior and what is in the realm of ADHD. The meeting yesterday was a step, Ben will meet privately and then we will meet again after she has both us and his classroom teachers complete more evaluations.

At this point I'm not worried that this what is likely pointing to a diagnosis that is going to be the end all, be all. Both physicians felt that what we were doing at home including a recently ramped up effort to break down the am/pm into specific tasks that ties into our already successful system of "bear bucks" were a positive direction and to continue as well as strive for consistency.

The more that I've read and asked, Ben's behavior could be much, much worse. As mentioned before I don't think ADHD even qualifies in childhood misery poker when put up again what we could be dealt.

Bill and I do have some concerns if medication is suggested what are the short and long term implications. We also do not want to only medicate in a vacuum and plan to augment with several other suggestions. Bill and I are making being a united front a priority even if it means lots of uncomfortable and hard conversations.

Yesterday between my post op appointment (yay.. no more drains and all looks good) and the psychiatrist appointment we had lunch outside and talked over priorities, concerns, and what being a united front looks like for our family.

The first steps in what has the potential to be a defining part of raising our boys long term and keeping our family dynamics on an even keel.

One thought that has keep me grounded came from a friend who commented that you will love your kid regardless if a label becomes involved. Ben is the same kid you've always known and anything you are doing now is only so you can honor the commitment to helping provide the best for his future.

NC Amendment 1- Family, Unfettered

Thanks to Facebook a high school friend found me locally. Since then I've met her amazing partner Karen and triplets Emma, Evan, and Grady. Yesterday she shared her family is part of a media campaign against upcoming vote on NC Amendment 1.

I commented that it is such a disservice to dismiss as a gay issue only. It's about families, regardless if it doesn't look like yours.

Family, Unfettered from Commitment | NC on Vimeo.

Thank you Kelli and Karen for sharing your family, regardless of the stupidity of the NC Legislature to even question your validity.

Super Short Check In

Thanks everyone for modes of communication while I've been horizontal bound. The short story is that the surgery went well and I'm feeling better every day.

Other than channeling Jack Torrance not leaving the house, I'm good and all plans to continue to rest up and heal up all this week. Bill is back at work today, the boys are in camp and daycare. It's quiet, so I'm in heaven even if it's drug filled.

Today is the first day I could officially get drains removed. All hopes for a "come on in and let's pull those babies out." Odds on "play again tomorrow, let's give it one more day."

Either way thanks for continued good thoughts. I'll add anyone thinking of doing a breast reduction, talk to me first. After I finish hooting and hollering at the results I will tell you it hurts like a mo fo.

Heading to sit on the porch and work on this 25 page intake form for Ben's appointment later in the week over this ADHD diagnosis.

Probably good I will still be on meds at that appointment alas showing up with a cocktail in hand and telling the pediatric psychiatrist to bring it might lead her to diagnose Ben with more problems than just attention. How about a bat sh*t crazy parent?

Awoken From The Dream By My Own Name

Surgery Day Part 2. Really and truly I feel like everything was said in December. The past 3 months have been surreal getting used to a new body, learning how to handle questions and comments, returning to working and daily life after a weeks long recuperation.

Before surgery 1 I asked if I thought I would have any regrets, given knowing that the recovery would be painful and hard. I theorized that it would be worth it.

Yes, a thousand times yes to a new outlook on life. Not just because of the physical changes but I truly feel the best I have in my adult life.

Sunday I planned a family day at one of our favorite parks. Complete with a picnic lunch, rides on the train and carousel, and lots and lots of time on the playground.

Pure.Unadulterated.Joy



An example of why waking up later today continue steps towards living a fulfilled, happy life with a physical body now completely on the other side of the looking glass.

Like a 1 Armed Wallpaper Hanger

Insanely, crazy busy day ahead as I am determined to NOT darken the doors of work over the weekend. Minor meltdown yesterday when I found out my sub had been reassigned.

All good now, but it took old school panic (and then tears) to get everything back. What does Tina Fey says about crying in the workplace? Save it for when you need a trump card.

By end of day I will have 2 weeks of sub plans ready to roll, mid term grades posted and no plans to be back a day before April 9th.

Nothing crazy on tap this weekend other than mulching for Michua $ again and plans to do a trip to Pullen Park with the family on Sunday. Thinking porch fern invasion is also on tap. That and that I have tickets to see Ira Glass. Super excited to see him again, esp in light of the retraction of the high profile Apple Story.

I promised not to rush the stage and humiliate myself or anyone with me by end of night. Ripping open my shirt to reveal, "IRA 4eva" painted on my chest is still not out of the question.

I gotta give these ridiculously large boobs a send off, right?

Your 3 Minutes

Yesterday Her Bad Mother threw out the 3 minute list. All things if you had 3 whole minutes to yourself not schlepping children, fixing something, dealing with the everyday.. you get the picture.

I gotta steal her #5 Sniff the kids hair and just revel for a few minutes, in the delicious smell of them

Thinking on what I have done in 3 minute segments this week that brought joy into my life

-Watched and re watched this Mad Men Trailer for the Season 5 premiere Sunday. Gotta get my Don Draper fix and girl crush on Joan on after 17 long months wihtout.

-Checked out a new tapas joint online for dinner this weekend. Do they have a cheese plate? Decision made.

-Tried on those 4 cute dresses metioned earlier this week. Loving shopping. LOVE IT.

-Bought a pair of gladiator sandals to go with the maxi dress to be bought in the near future.

-Checked out cute skirts from Boden. I love anything listed with "fun" in the garment title. Doesn't everyone need a fun skirt?

-Made appointments for a massage, waxing, mani/pedi on Monday. Taking the whole day pre-surgery to volunteer at Ben's school, have lunch with him, and then some pre surgery pampering.

-Added books to my library queue and Netflix streaming. Plans to watch season one of Boardwalk Empire, try Dexter (again), season 2 of Weeds, as well as Gray's Anatomy while horizontal bound.

-Planned what plants I want to put on my porch. Blooming azaleas match the porch cushions I just purchased. May make a run for fern invasion this weekend.

-Extra books read at night with the kids and savored laying in bed talking a few extra minutes with Ben. Even got to rock Ian for about 3 mins before he squirmed.

-Drew chalk pictures on the driveway with Ian.

-Sat on my front porch and watched a storm come over the horizon.

-Made homemade blueberry muffins for the boys.

What about you? What would make your 3 minute list?

Fire Marshal Ben

Overheard as we went through Ben's Friday Bag:

"tell me about this picture, what are you doing?"

"I am yelling to get out of our burning house"

"is that Ian? are you helping him get out?" (thinking Ian looks like a doll or a midget version of Ben)

"yes, I'm helping him because he was crying"

"also mom I helped Vegas put on a dog mask to breath"

"That is wonderful you are helping Ian when he was scared. Did you know that dad bought a special ladder that we could escape through a window from his office if we couldn't go down the stairs?

Do you think you could help us draw a plan for our family that has 2 routes out?"

"So Ben I do have one question, where are mom and dad in this picture?"

"You already are outside, I was in the bathroom when the fire started and was pooping"

"Ben, you know that if we had a fire we would make sure you and Ian got out, along with Vegas, even if you were in the bathroom"

Great parenting moment realizing your kid thinks you would leave him behind in a burning house, esp because he stopped to poop.