We finally arrive at school, I manage to crush Clayton into the door with the wagon (more tears), and then the sweet lady in the office takes over from here. Then, me and the little ones head back with hopes that the bike was still there. I finally was able to reach Joel and he came and picked us up with the wagon and the bike after we sat on the curb for 20 looong minutes. I had Joel go and tell Clayton that his bike was okay so he would not worry about it all day.
Let's just say this was not a great Mom moment.