Wake up, wake up, you little fool.
It's time to get up and go to school.
Wake up, wake up, you little fart.
It's time to get up and make a start.
My senior year of high school that song got her hit with a shoe.
My own back to school ritual with my children is far less annoying. Well, I think so anyway. They may grow up and tell their therapists about it. (Hell, that's what moms are for.)
Just before my son started kindergarten, my brother-in-law's mother (thanks, Alice!) gave me the idea of taking a picture on the first day each year in the same location. That way it's easy to see the changes in height and build from year to year. I've done it ever since for both my kids. It may get me a shoe in the face when my son is 17, but for now I outweigh him and can force him to do as I please.
Over the years, The Professor has gone from smiley to stoic (but I can always count on him to take an acceptable picture with a pleasant expression).
And Foghorn has gotten more...well...Foghorn-like.
|Second Grade (and crazy as a loon)|
Over at JDaniel4's Mom there's a nice set of links to other mothers' back to school rituals. Hmmmm...I think I have a couple ideas for next year (starting with a suit of armor for protection against flying shoes).
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