After a while, though, she has finally successfully bludgeoned everyone into eating, cleaning themselves up, and getting all of their stuff together. She contemplates a cup of coffee, decides she didn't really need all of her growth anyway, downs it and gets everyone out the door.
An hour later, her siblings are in their respective classrooms, Jenny's safely ensconced in her own seat, and man is she feeling bouncy. Today's a great day, it's going to be great, let's go!
(Coffee was not Jenny's best idea ever.)
"I should probably have been more sneaky about it. Hi, let's go for ice cream, nothing suspicious here."
She leaves out the 'which is weirdly difficult, here,' part. Their dad is chief of police, surely they know this. And the sophomore class hasn't been that bad yet.
"Though full disclosure, if my choices are death or lack of ice cream, I have to think about it."
"Well, of course. Chocolate helps with everything. Except maaaaybe chocolate allergies."
"And when we all go out together they follow me around in a little line, so they are my tiny blonde ducklings and I am the mama duck."
"Oookay, let's see. Michael's fourteen, Thomas is twelve, Anne's nine and Patrick just turned eight."
"Yeah, all the time, Mommy and Daddy are never home. But Anne and Patrick get out of school later than we do and Michael and Thomas have soccer today, so I don't have to rush home or anything."
"I take my ice cream where I can get it," she agrees solemnly. Mostly solemnly.
"...meh, it's really not more complicated than 'eat ice cream, find it delicious.'"