Today, I spent the wee hours of the morning at the ER with Zip. Asthma. He’s fine. It’s an old story, but I woke up tired after only three hours of sleep.
I got Tizzy ready for school this morning thinking, “Wow! This shirt and shorts will be great for ‘Green’ day!”
I didn’t look at the calendar.
I went to pick Tizzy up, and it was clearly not lost on him that today was “Red” day, and that I hadn’t dressed him appropriately. Looking around, it was apparent that I was the only parent who’d forgotten to check the calendar.
School — Grrrrr!
“Raspberries are red!” Tizzy announced.
“Poppy and I are the same.” He continued. “We don’t like raspberries.”
I’d secretly hoped that maybe Poppy’s mom had forgotten to send her to school in red, too.
“Kids were saying, ‘I like raspberries, and you like raspberries! Let’s be friends!’ That’s not a very nice thing to say, Mom.”
“Was it making the kids who don’t like raspberries sad?”
Tizzy rolled his eyes.
“No. I sa-aaaid, ‘I like raspberries, and yooo-oou like raspberries! Let’s be friends!!!’ Tha-aat’s not nice. My teacher said so.”
“Right. Because it made the kids who don’t like raspberries feel left out. Right?”
“Sheesh mom! You’re not listening!! I said, ‘I like raspberries, you like raspberries, let’s be friends is not nice, Mom!!! You’re not paying attention! My teacher said kids don’t like that. When everyone said that, she said, ‘NO!’”
“O.K.” I said. “Try and explain to me why that’s not nice.”
“Because it’s not, Mom.”
“But, to who? The kids who like raspberries, or the kids who don’t?”
“I don’t know. Someone."