Yesterday was the first day of school. Hooray! The best part about it is new everything--new school supplies, new teachers, new clothes, new shoes--anything is possible, ANYTHING! This is the year Tim will learn to form his letters. Zach will be challenged and will rise to that challenge! Alex...
Well, okay. New teacher this year for Alex but the rest of his pristine new day was destroyed by Dad.
The kids were ready for school at about 5 am yesterday morning and did a lot of standing around with their backpacks on. Tom had resolved to stick around for the "delivery to classrooms" moment, and so all the boys eventually found themselves standing out on the driveway with nothing to do. "Hey, Alex," said Tom, "Show me how you take that jump on your scooter."
"Oh, sure, Dad," responded Alex, tossing the backpack aside and grabbing the scooter.
Now, as we all know, when something leaves the physical posession of any male, it is instantly forgotten and will not be remembered until needed again. This leads to comments which infuriate mothers everywhere, such as, "My coat? Did I wear a coat?" Anyway, although you will not forget about the backpack, Alex and Tom instantly did.
About a half an hour later, Tom got tired of waiting and decided to kiss the boys at the door of the house rather than the door of the classroom. He took off for work, not noticing the slight bu-bump made by his rear tire running over the backpack.
I picked up the backpack and gave it to Alex as we left for school.
Cut to 5 seconds after the dropoff at the classroom door. Alex races back out, yells for me, and holds up his lunchbag, now reduced to about half an inch thickness and oozing smashed peach. I went into the classroom to help him out, and... Well, let's just say that Alex's school supplies were no longer pristine and new. They did not promise a fresh new start. They were, in fact, sticky and covered with peach.
How Alex recovered and went on to have a great first day is another story. The only thing I know for sure is that this experience will have absolutely no effect on where he chooses to deposit his backpack.
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I've driven through town with my backpack on top of my car, so I know the feeling. I'd like to say it made me more careful, but I drove all over the Costco parking lot with a gas cap on top the other day.
Julia and Mari, those stories maden Colin and I laugh for 10 min. straight. So funny!
Julia, you have got to stop this. I laughed so hard that I am still sniffling from the crying.
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