Why it takes us so long to leave the house

It took us a while to leave the house before we had kids. Now it's just silly. Probably because I'm such a poor packer that leads to delays, but a typical conversation before a 3 km walk would be something like this:

Me: Okay, we're ready to go.
Laura: Did you pack snacks for Alice?
Me: No... I'll go get them.
...
Me: Okay, let's go.
L: What about hats? Did you get the hats?
Me: No... you sure you want them?
L: Yes.
Me: Okay, I'll go get them.
....
17 minutes later
...
Me: Okay, let's go.
L: What about the troup-a-doodle? If we run into a snakerpop we'll be sure to want one.
Me: No... are you sure you want them? There hasn't been a snakerpop in these parts since the last choot-a-moo.
L: Yes.
Me: *sigh*


Pre-children Jim might have understood, but I don't think that he would have guessed the extent of stuff needed for every outing. Especially since it's been such a long time since the last choot-a-moo.