wait for no man.
The Middle Carrotstick gets it -- the whole Time thing. He hates being late. He gets so cross with me when he is not 25 minutes early for school. ("Come on, Mom!" is our weekday morning mantra. If he could drive himself to school, he would.)
Whereas, the Oldest Carrotstick is a whole 'nuther story. She has absolutely no concept of time.
We have renamed her. She is now known as Her Royal Highness, the Princess of Czech-o-Slow-Poke-ia.
Because she really, truly, thinks that Time and Tide should, and will, wait for her.
Any tips for dealing with the chronometrically challenged?