Dear Todd,
Picture if you can our sweet, little Vegan daughter. She is frazzled. She is in a magenta hoody, pulled tightly over the bun on her head. She is frantically racing around the kitchen. She is sorting out what will go in her lunch, and whether she will pack snacks. "Ugh," she comments as she makes her bag of almonds to go. "We used to be able to have snack in Math and now we can't because some punky kids ruined it." She systematically shuffles around her younger brother who is trying to not be devastated by the recent haircut he received. The hair is shorter, which was the objective, however the bangs, when not styled to the side, look like a mini lawnmower, with a busted blade no less, ran over his forehead. Poor kid.
We scurry into the car and as we turn the car away from the house and toward the school, our sweet little Vegan shows me the bag of almonds she is determined to eat in Math and sings "F the police comin' straight from the underground."
That's how my Thursday started. You?
Meanwhile in Existential Crisis: As a culture, we're doing it wrong. If you see bags packed when you get home, it's not personal...it's Finland. Peace Out. Meet you on the other side of the pond....
And last but not least, I'm pretty sure we have another child. I think it's the tallest one....have you seen him?
No comments:
Post a Comment