This morning, I took the kids to school as usual, and then headed home to prepare my pig sty of a kitchen for a meeting. About 1 minute after I returned home, I got a phone call from the school. It was Quinn telling me that he needed new clothes. “What happened?” I asked him.
It seems another boy stomped on a container of chocolate milk, which splattered all over Quinn. It totally looked like “an inside job,” as my Grandpa used to say. So, I turned around and headed back to the school, this time with clean clothes for Quinn in hand.
The truly sad thing about this is that Quinn owns so few nice clothes that fit him and he loves. These pants are one of maybe 2 pairs he has that don’t have holes in the knees. The shirt was his souvenir from our cruise last fall. He loves this shirt. And, since he so rarely empties his dirty clothes hamper, he only gets to wear these clothes about once a month. I’m going to have to make an effort to get them washed and back to him so he can try again next week!
On a side note, I had fun browsing the 6th grade hall while I was there. The 6th graders are all about the Superbowl, and the hall was decorated with posters. Saints posters were on one side of the hall, and Colts posters on the other side. They were having a read-a-thon today, and the idea was that the kids could choose their side, so to speak, when they did their reading. Cute idea! Another class came in to Quinn’s class and yelled, “Go Saints!,” so naturally, Quinn is a now well-entrenched Colts fan.
You just never know where your day is going to take you when you have kids.