"Jamie, get back here!" She shouts at her little boy as he runs back in the kitchen. "Go finish getting dressed, you can't go to school without pants on!"
"Sure I can!" He says, sticking his tongue out at her. He's standing on the kitchen counter, trying to reach a box of Lucky Charms on the top shelf.
She snatches the cereal box away. "I already made you breakfast, you don't need any more! Now go. Get. Dressed. Don't make me ask again!"
She finally gets him dressed and in the car, with him throwing a fit the whole time. When they stop at a red light, Jamie crosses his arms and mutters, "Bitch."
Jade gasps, and turns around to look at her five-year-old. "What did you just call me? Don't ever let me hear you say that again, young man!"
"You say it!"
"I'm the grown up." She knows that if she were a kid, she would think it was a lame excuse, but she doesn't know what else to say, and she doesn't want him getting sent home on the first day of kindergarten for repeating something she said.
They reach the school, and he all but flies out of the car without even bothering to say goodbye. It's a stark contrast from all the other kindergartners crying and clinging to their parents' legs. She's not ignorant enough to think its just because he's a bad kid, nor does she believe she's just a bad mother either. It's a little of both.