You know how every four weeks or so I bore you to tears with the story of how my kid(s) made the Wall of Fame again? Well, last month it was a little more exciting because I forgot to go to the ceremony and took a nap instead. Sam was totally cool about it, and I assumed all was forgiven and forgotten.
This turns out not to be the case.
I was brushing my teeth this morning when Sam knocked on the door and told me he had a piece of paper for me. I opened the bathroom door a slit, and he slid a note through. It was this:
I read it, died a little inside, and then said, “I know.”
He said, “Are you coming?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, “Yeeeessssss!” and threw his hands up in the air. Then he gestured toward the note and said, “Keep it. Keep it so you remember.”
I remembered. Are you happy now, you little stabbing me in the heart with your words guy?
first grader to have been on the Wall of Fame EVERY month.
And, per usual, he was a wee bit flamboyant.