I’m walking back from Mrs. President’s, and I see Hannah come prancing out her dorm, exuberantly hug another girl, giving little shrieks and jumping up and down. As I get closer, I see she’s barefoot. “Hannah!!! Take your bare feet back IN the dorm!!” I holler over at her. Raylee’s coming back from the Dining Hall, sees the sock-less, shoe-less feet and adds her own orders.
Hannah promptly runs all the way down her stairs and into the snow-covered parking lot, literally jumping up and down. “But I’m excited, and I can’t scream in the dorm, ’cause it’s exam quiet! Our visas came!!! We can go on our missions trip tomorrow!!! YAY!!!!”
Raylee hollers back in a very commanding, I-am-sick-of-this-nonsense mother-tone, “Well, that’s good you got your visas but get your bare feet back in the dorm this instant or you WON’T be going to South America! You’re not there already, you know — you’re here, and we still have SNOW! So get inside!”
Ahhh…life with many girls mothering each other is hilarious some days!