I’ve been doing a solid for my kid over the last few weeks. The bus stops at our house super early in the morning, and if I drive him to school instead, he can sleep a whole extra half an hour. That’s great for him. It’s not so great for me. Let’s just say I don’t get my jollies rolling out of bed at 6:30 am and, half awake, driving through insane amounts school traffic in my pajamas. But I do it because THINK OF THE CHILDREN.
Today, Friday, I was really excited because I wasn’t going to drive him to school. I told him last night that I’d been super tired lately and just this one morning, he was going to have to take the bus. Apparently I picked the wrong morning, because it was on this very morning that he was slated to bring a baguette for French class that he had made from scratch that evening.
This is what I listened to until he had convinced me to drive him:
“But I CAN’T take the bus with my baguette! It will get ruined! All the kids will see my perfect baguette and they’ll punch me over and over in the gut until I give it to them and then they’ll break it in half over their knee and then eat it like animals!!” *miming of bullies eating baguette like animals*
And to show me how intensely fond he was of his baguette, which he had named Franc, he fashioned a blanket from a kitchen towel and tucked it in for the night, complete with sleeping cap.
I mean, how could I say no to that face? Needless to say, I drove them both to school this morning. I see a nap in my future.