When we're running tight to our schedule and I'm dropping the kids off (usually at the YMCA) precisely at the time their activity is set to start, as I'm pulling the car up to the door I'll say "OK, tuck-and-roll!", implying we're so "late" that I'm not even going to stop the car for them to hurry-up and get out fast (I *DO* stop the car, tho!).
The other night we were heading home at about 11pm, a late night after watching a friend's performance in a musical production. As usual for this hour the kids were pleasantly quiet in the back seat, with the bonus that they were both busy munching on granola bars for a handy late-night snack. We approached a familiar intersection, and from the back seat, out of nowhere, we hear YoungerChild, her mouth partially filled with granola bar, announce "Sis, there's your school! Tuck-and-roll!"
