My wife had a doctor’s appointment this morning, leaving me to take the kids into school. Amazingly, I’ve only done this one or twice before – so I have no idea what the procedure is. I understand that other parents just drop their kids off, but since I don’t know the protocols, I park and walk the kids in.
Fortunately, since my works at the school, this isn’t unusual for them. She just walks them in as she heads to her classroom.
“Let’s drop your brother off first,” I said to my youngest as we walked across the parking lot. I figured that the oldest probably knew the routine better. I could drop him off quickly and then worry about the younger one. Besides, I had a 50/50 chance of picking the same one that Momma does.
The little guy sighed with exasperation. “No! Momma always drops him off first!”
Whoops. Looks like I guessed wrong.
“What’s wrong with that?” I asked.
He flapped his arms. “She talks!”
“Talks and talks and talks. First this lady, then that lady, then another lady. Talk, talk, talk, talk!”
“And I just stand there! Talk, talk, talk!” He flapped his arms again.
“No worries,” I said. “I don’t talk like Momma does.”
He smiled. “True.”