We are always running late in my household. I get my youngest son, Braxton, up for school and ask him to hurry and get dressed. More often than not, his clothes are completely wrinkled. I have two choices; I can set up the ironing board (swearing and cussing at it as I struggle to get it out of the closet and set up) and iron my child's shirt as he whines about having to take it off ... Read the Post