Most days, I drop Kate off at the sitter, drop Cam off downtown, and continue on to work.
I have the earliest start time, so I'm usually the one that is worried about our time.
I would like Kate to get out quickly, but I don't always get what I want.
I've taken lately to (humorously!) telling her, "Get out! Get out!" in my most creepy voice. Yesterday, Cam added, "The car is possessed by the ghost of your mother.
And she's not even dead yet."