9.12.2008

The More Things Change

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."

1 comment:

addhumorandfaith said...

Sooo sad. I hate the picture of some little kid so scared on their first day of school that they throw up. I hope it was just something they ate last night.