Damn you Anymommy! How about nearly showing up late for my son's first day of Kindergarten because I was so caught up in your garage trials and tribulations?
Scene: Leaving new school schoolyard. MM holding a barefoot RC in her arms, crocs in hand.
MM to HRH: Did you have a good day, Buddy?
HRH: The best! Did you know we have a basketball court, and a library and a food court?
MM: A foot court?
HRH: No, Mom a food court. You know, where we'll eat lunch.
Scene: An hour or so later. Daddy calls for update. MM puts him on speaker.
Daddy: Hey, Buddy! How'd Kindergarten go?
HRH: Great! I loved it!
Daddy: What'd you do?
HRH: Well, I got three timeouts.
MM: What happened, HRH?
HRH: It's too difficult to explain.
I'll point to this post to help illustrate the reasoning behind our total shock. HRH is an in-the-box kind of guy. He likes the box. When K-A and K-B were told to line up to go into school, HRH got in line.
After subtle, thoughtful prodding (involving a 90 watt bulb and promises of a puppy), Andy and I were able to glean that HRH was actually reminded that he needs to raise his hand before asking a question and to stop speaking when his teacher was reading a story.
Tomorrow? Day 2.
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