When I say bad, of course, I mean like "Christmastime" bad.
Hands are out and asking me and Garth [not his real name] for, well, you got a couple of bucks for school store, or something?
Yeah, kids here in Jersey are in school until the 23rd so, you know, off we go.
Today, I'm headed out (hopefully, before the rain hits, dagnabit) because, I promised to visit my son on his Fun Day.
He's in the 4th grade and I normally stop going to Fun Day after they're in 3rd, because, well, in my opinion -- after attending 9 consecutive years, times 4 kids -- it pretty much stopped being fun, 2 kids ago.
Here's a refresher course of how kids got to school here:
Grade 4 and Grade 5
Grade 6 - Grade 8
Grade 9 - Grade 12
Aaaaaand, did I mention, I've got a kid in each one of those schools?
[unplugs phone and hides checkbook]
But, Glen's been sick with the viral infection from hell -- actually, we've had someone home sick since Memorial Day -- and it's his first day back to school and I don't have a kid home, you know, sick...so, off I go.
In the meantime, I've got a new article up over at my monthly column on Imperfect Parent (the lovely folks who help me keep the milk money flowing) it's my homage to Father's Day (la homage des la fete des peres, or something like that) entitled, "In His and Her Shoes" and you're more than welcome to click on over and read it, if you'd like.
Then again, you don't have to, just tell me I'm pretty, or something and I'll love you forever.
DAYUM, works every time :(
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