FamilyWednesday. Hump day. The day we switch to Daddy’s house. Also? Sharing day.
Sharing day has a new twist: bring your sharable in a brown paper bag and write three clues on the outside so that the class can try to guess what’s inside.
Jesus wept.
So, this morning we remembered it was Sharing day at 8:08, and they have to be in their seats at 8:10 but aren’t late until 8:15. Not a lot of wiggle room. Crap. “Dylan, just run out to the car and get buckled. I’ll get your sharing!”
“But Mom! It has to be special!”
“Oh, it will be!” I snatched a bag and a pen and pelted for the door.
On the road, I said, “Okay, how about this? The three clues will be:
- We need it to live.
- You can only feel it on windy days.
- You can see through it.”
“But what’s that, Mom?”
“Air!” Silence. “Isn’t that brilliant?”
“Mom, it’s supposed to be something special.”
“Air is special. Come on, you need it to live. How much more special can you get?”
Logan propped me up. “Yeah, just TRY to live without it.”
“Yes—if they complain, ask them to do without it for a few minutes and see if it doesn’t feel special then.”
“Yeah, make them all hold their breath. Heh.”
“I think it will suddenly seem very special.”
Mom of the Year.













11.29.06 at 01:44 PM |
And you got away with that??? Amazing.
11.29.06 at 03:11 PM |
Heh. That’s great. And quick thinking.
12.01.06 at 03:25 PM |
That is seriously awesome on the ball thinking!! It definitely qualifies as special.
Next week you could put water inside a Ziplock bag inside the paper bag. . . :-)