Not a school day goes by where one of my kids doesn’t claim to have taken a trip to the office for ice. When I ask them to show me their wounds, there is almost never a mark or injury that can’t be spotted without a magnifying glass and even then, I might be looking at an ingrown hair.
If only the school knew the kids were using this as a way to look cool in front of their friends. When things start to die down around the “What time is it Mr. Wolf” lane, someone intentionally trips and is escorted by a schoolyard “buddy” standing by for just such an occurrence. Something tells me there are dozens of pinny wearing helpers, eagerly pouncing on anything resembling a paper cut as a means to show their position is both required and important, perhaps even warranting a union.
How much ice do they stock in this office? My kids seem to require at least three packs a piece per day. It always involves a big-kid chaperone who walks them to retrieve the ice and I’m assuming a rose petal parade. Why else would this be such a coveted trip?
Band-Aid assortment is no longer brown and unappealing reeking of sweaty gym socks. They are adorned with cartoon characters, princesses and butterflies. That sure looks better than just boring old skin, I think I’ll take two and at $5 bucks a box, why not? That coupled with some ice capades and it’s not a bad way to spend the back half of first recess.
After school today, Hanna started to stumble and before she hit the ground she was pleading from the air in preparation for the fall, “Can I have the Phineas on the Empire state building Band-Aid? Not Ferb in the car…NOT FERB IN THE CAR OW, OW, OW!!!
Remember when we were kids and Band-Aids were given out only post stitches to cover the ugly scab?
I used to get a call every other day, informing me Hanna had hit her head on the bottom of the chalk board ledge and a call home is mandatory with any head injury. I guess my first question is, why do you keep letting my kid bend down directly below the chalkboard ledge but secondly, is it serious? No, we are just required to tell you…hmmm so I can continue sipping my tea?
In hockey, my kids would be in the penalty box for diving but I’m still two courses shy of my referee’s certificate so I can’t play that card….yet.
