I have been “volunteered” to help out in the short kid’s classroom this morning. I’ve been avoiding this for a year and a half because 1) I don’t play well with others and 2) I really don’t play well with others’ children.
But last week the short kid took matters into his own hands and, after discussing it with his teacher, informed me I could come in Tuesday morning. I threw out the “We’ll see” and promptly forgot about it.
Until this morning…
Short kid: You’re not wearing that shirt, are you?
Me: What do you care?
Short kid: You’re going to my school, remember?
Me: *mutters bad word*
Short kid: Now remember, Mom, you can’t say that word in school.
Me: Maybe if I do they won’t let me volunteer ever again.
Short kid: *gives me my own look of death* It’s only for the morning.
Me: Fine. *stomps foot*