It's hard to figure out exactly where this loser story starts. Could be that I managed to lose both Iz and Jack's passports. Could be that I didn't realize it until we had to shell out the extra $120 bucks to expedite new ones. Could be that I dragged everyone to only open passport office in Manhattan this morning, with every form filled out, paper-clipped together and uber-organized, but forgot to bring their birth certificates. In retrospect, it was the last one.
After that we had a birthday party, a middle school tour, and two session of our school's halloween bash to survive. It's been a long long long day.