I put Thomas on the bus yesterday morning (there were two buses at the FIM to contain all the kids headed off for their tour of Europe). I worried about him a bit, but mainly enjoyed all the free time I suddenly had, not having to deal with the back and forth of taking him to school, feeding him, or listening to his 2 am drama when his printer runs out of yellow ink and therefore he can't print up his homework. Then this morning I awoke to this email:
From: Thomas
Subj: Forgotten clothes????
Did I forget my concert pants and bowtie???
I checked his closet--yes, there are his concert pants. I checked under his desk--yes, there, hidden in a heap of charger cords and candy wrappers, is his bow tie.
Given that Thomas has 2 or 3 concerts a day for the next 11 days (and, given that I have to special order his pants because he's 3 inches taller and 3 inches thinner than most humans) this is a bit of an issue. So, rather than enjoy the quiet I am off to Fed Ex to look into over-nighting pants (which, now that I take a closer look at them, I see aren't even clean) and a crumpled bow tie.
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1 comment:
Still a drama then?!
xM
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