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Who's Fault?

October 30th, 2017

Dear Todd,

Turning the corner to middle school this morning, our son groaned as he looked at the clock in the car. And my inner Ally McBeal turned my face into giant teeth and I ate his head. What I said though was, "I think I've mentioned we need at least 20 minutes to get to school." To which he replied, "I was ready and in the car at 7:39."
I then decided to play the "attorney" side of Ally...and replayed our morning for the plaintiff...

"May it please the court, the Plaintiff freaked out when I said, 'It's 7:38' while he was tying his shoes. I believe his words were, 'Shoot! I thought it said '28.' And then I recall a request to grab his lunch out of the fridge, upon which I discovered there was not one. And while I internally struggled with whether to let him starve today as a natural consequence or take pity on him because of all the hardwork he put into the Red Blood Cell presentation that he has to give today, I decided to rapidly pull together a lunch for him. At which point, pulling the ole switcheroo, he yelled, 'I found it! It's in my bag. I'll be in the car.' I then proceeded to put the food back in the fridge, grab my keys and run out the door to chauffer the Plaintiff to school. A place, I might add, that I DON'T NEED TO GO TO TODAY. IF HE DOESN'T GO HERE. I AM NOT HERE."

As he exited the car, he smiled and said, "Ok. Love you."

And 'Poof!' like that. All was forgiven. Suckers are we.

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