Why people have kids
This past Tuesday was my boy’s Kindergarten Thanksgiving Feast. It was at 9:30 in the morning.
Not an ideal time to be eating turkey and mashed potatoes and corn but hey, I am a good supportive parent and I go with the flow.
I am also a great wife in that I guilted Sarge into going to the feast. I had a meeting that morning at the same time and I knew I would be late. Sarge, of course, didn’t want to go because any time that he or I show up at the school, our son immediately claims a serious illness that makes it necessary for him to go home right at that very moment.
I told Sarge that our boy would be fine if we showed up for the feast and to quit looking for excuses not to go.
I arrived about halfway through the feast and it was great. It was the perfect kind of controlled chaos where the kids are having a blast and the parents are enjoying the show.
So I walk down to my boy to say hello. He looks a little down and not happy at all like the picture above.
I say hello and he barely responds to me.
I then ask him what is wrong.
His reply “My tummy hurts and I have Athlete’s foot. I think I need to go home.”
Man, it really stinks when Sarge actually turns out to be right.
And seriously, of all the diseases my boy could come up with, he went with Athlete’s Foot? Where did he pull that one from? His booty?
Sadly enough, I still made him stay the rest of the school day by threatening telling him he couldn’t go outside all day that day if he didn’t stay at school.
Amazing how well he felt that afternoon when he got home and then proceeded to play outside all afternoon.
He even told me that evening that his Athlete’s foot was just a little red dot so he was going to be okay.
It’s these lovely little moments that make is so much fun to be a parent.
That and the torture opportunities.
I’m kidding,
We don’t actively engage in torture in my house.
Only the tickle variety. Another plus of parenthood.
