The Boss

Our kids elementary school is in the midst of "Reading Week."  It is packed with fun activities for the kids, and books, and a book fair, and crazy socks, wear a hat day, etc. Wednesday morning of the week usually entails some before school fun with donuts and book reading with a grown up. It has been called "Moms and Muffins" which made the dads feel left out. The idea of "dads and donuts" wouldn't work for the same reason, so they call it "Breakfast with a Buddy."  So as I'm walking my kids to school, they ask:


Calvin, Simon, Annie and Owen:        Why are you walking with us to school today?

Me:   It's "breakfast with a buddy" today.

Kids:    I still don't get why you're coming.

Me:    I'm the buddy for Breakfast with a Buddy.  That's me. The buddy.

Annie: You're not the buddy. You're the boss...



Why yes. Yes I am. True story.

The gym was packed, but I took this picture right as they were 

ushering the kids to head up to their class rooms.  

Where is Simon? 

It's a question as old as time, death, and taxes.

Going on day 25 of being "kitchen free" aka: cruddy microwave food. overcrowding the landfill with paper products, and washing scant dishes in the tub (please no lectures on the sanitary implications of washing dishes in the tub... it's beyond my ability to care about the hygienic possibilities/probabilities.)