Zoe: Busted

Zoe got busted this morning at school.

Since Tuesday's arm fiasco, we've been providing quite a bit of help. She's struggling to do everything not just one-armed, but left-handed to boot (she's a righty). Poor baby. We help her get dressed, and undressed. We help her use the potty. We help her with her socks and shoes.

This morning, though, I talked to her teachers about how the day went yesterday (they were gone when I picked her up last night). Ms. Lisa said, "Oh, she did great! We had to help her with her shorts one time in the bathroom, but that was it!"

"You didn't help her with the potty?"
"Nope."

"She put her shoes on by herself?"
"Yep."

Zoe slowly dragged her foot in a circle on the floor and looked at me mischievously out of the corner of her eye.

Right. Busted.

She wanted to carry her smarshsmallows by herself into school this morning but was having trouble juggling them and Hoot with one hand. And we all know we can't not carry Hoot. A solution was improvised. Hoot now has comfy traveling quarters inside the sling.