A book, a toy camera and a box of raisins.  Leaving the house around here can be chaotic with four kids, shoes (Jude can never locate his), last minute potty trips and the unending number of things they simply *must* bring along.  I have a rule they have to choose one thing and I prefer books.  Otherwise it’s too much stuff to keep up with in addition to kids.  Sometimes, once in a blue moon, they are ready to leave before me.  When this happens, they gather in this spot, all sweetly tucked in next to each other, in front of the screen door, patiently waiting for my words that it’s ok to exit and load up.