Schooldays, Schooldays.

At six o’clock Alex produces three textbooks and a roll of plastic wrap from his backpack. So far, along with a stained shirt and an equally stained friend, this is what he has managed to bring back from his first day of third grade. Following a great tradition of schoolchildhood, he offers no other answer other than “fine” when asked how the day went, shrugs his shoulders when prompted for details and gives my mother a look of total incomprehension when she asks what that stain is.

Gosh, little brother, I am so proud of you.

Comment (1)

  1. kelly wrote::

    I love the “stained friend.” What was up with the plastic wrap, tho?

    Wednesday, October 14, 2009 at 1:31 pm #