Today something happened that immediately transported me back to grammar school.
As I dropped SS#1 off at school this morning, we were greeted by an overwhelming aroma. I knew right away what it was, even before I saw the pale, peachy pink, sawdusty stuff on the floor.
Two piles of it, actually.
As a mom, I automatically thought, "Well, I hope the kid's ok."
As a transported-back-in-time grade schooler, I related more with the little girl who, covering her own mouth and nose, warned me seriously "Try not to smell."