Oui Oui, mon ami

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.

Meet Franc.

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.

  1. Heather Wolper

    February 8th, 2020 at 11:17 pm

    I’m dying!!!

  2. LJ Conrad

    November 28th, 2020 at 11:17 am

    This is a beautiful story. Well, unless the bus really is filled with those psycho bullies, in which case having to get up early seems like a decent trade for your son’s safety.

    My mum used to drive me to school. She then went on to work. Problem was, I would be ready to go and she, being a life-long chronically late person, would not be ready, which constantly resulted in me being late for school. Looking back I have no idea how she kept her job since she must have always been late for work since after leaving late and dropping me off at school late, she would be stuck in solid school traffic.

    My form tutor would berate me for being late, at which I would explain I was totally helpless since I had been ready to leave on time, it was my mum who made me late, and she would tell me to get the bus. I had never even been on a bus, let alone got one on my own or had any inkling of where any school bus might stop near to my house (I have a feeling it would have been quite a distance away) so I just used to stare at her blankly and then carry on being late for school.

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