Early Wake-Up... or not

Until this point, our part-time nanny had been taking the girls to school on Thursdays while my wife has been out of town, just to let me get to work earlier than on other days. Today week she took a different job so I was on my own (side note: I'm noticing that the help network is fading as time goes on... people must have figured out that I can handle this).

Making their lunches in the kitchen, I was pleasantly surprised to hear them chatting away and starting to make their way down the stairs. This is going to be an easy morning! Unfortunately the fighting - and subsequent crying - started almost immediately.

What I figured out was that Etta dragged Marie out of bed, and Marie wasn't happy about it. Marie started sliding down the stairs on her butt, and Etta decided to slide right behind her, pushing her along.

Me: Etta, what are you doing?

Etta: I want to go faster!

Me: Why don't you go down the other side?

Etta: I want to go down this side!

At that point I just walked away.