I went to pick up the Captain this afternoon at the usual time, with Gal Smiley and Little Miss Sunshine in tow.
I stood at the usual spot at the edge of the school grounds, chatting with the other moms and watching the girls stomp in a puddle.
Then I noticed a red jacket lying at the side of the playground that looked a lot like that of a boy who lives in my house. Accompanied by surprisingly familiar mitts and a hat.
Coincidence? I THINK NOT.
So I scooped up the jacket and hat and mitts just as the bell rang. Out comes the Captain, who casually says to me, “Sorry Mom, I couldn’t find my jacket so I just came outside in my shirt.”
I expect to have, what, 15 or so more years of this? No wonder I have white hairs.
Of course, the Captain now has a whole lifetime of, “Don’t leave your jacket on the playground!” every day when he goes to school.
Revenge is SWEET.