Dropping Eva off at school, she traced my face with her fingertips, gazed into my eyes and whispered, “Bye bye, Mama. I love you.” I was flying high.
Wrapping up week #1 of potty-training, she flushed, stuck her head in the toilet and declared, “Bye bye, pee pee. I love you!”
And we’re coming down for a landing…
“Tyler, show your mom what you learned today!” beamed Mrs. Ryan as I picked him up from school. With that, he flashed me the devil’s horns.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Hell yeah! It’s about time you took the LAME out of Pre-K! Screw the Itsy-Bitsy Spider! LONG LIVE THE METAL GOD!”
Mrs. Ryan pushed up her glasses and stared.
Who knew all this time Rob Halford was saying “I love you” in sign language?
Today I was belting out “Me and Bobby McGee” like nobody’s business, when suddenly I heard the voices.
Randy: “Dawg, it wasn’t good.”
J-Lo (with tight smile): “I like your shoes…”
Steven: “Dude, did you just bang your head on the windshield?”
Singing in the car will never be the same again.
Me: “Come kindergarten, I am turning into a drill sergeant. I will quiz the kids for hours at the table. Not one assignment will be handed in without passing my inspection. I will call every one of their teachers a month ahead and demand every unit they’re studying…”
Doug: “…And I’ll call every one of them and demand they study my unit.”
So much for instilling the utmost respect around here for higher education.