And So It Begins

I have been wondering when I was going to cut off from information. First grade. Turns out it is first grade.

When I came home from work today, Brady was excited to show me his completed book report. I complimented him on a job well done and I asked him if he was excited to share it with the class tomorrow. (He is not.) I asked him what kind of books the other kids had done so far. “Oh, I don’t know, just a bunch of books a three-year-old could read.” (Turns out he is one of those smart, a-holey types.) But, as it turns out, another kid did a book report on a Nate the Great book, but not the same book as Brady.

“Oh,” I asked, “Who?”

“Maggie.” (Not her real name, I only feel comfortable publicly writing about my own kids. Come to think of it, I should probably change their names.)

I like Maggie. 1. She is smart, from what I can gather from Brady’s one-word answers, and 2. She dressed as Superman for Halloween so I am pretty sure she is a feminist. Both of these make her an ideal friend in my book.

“What was Maggie’s favorite part of the book?” I asked.

He did not want to talk about it, so that was the end of that.

“Who did you invite to the peanut-free table today?” I asked. (Apparently sitting at the peanut-free table is a hot commodity and kids are asking their parents to pack them a peanut-free lunch so that they might be invited to sit there by one of the regulars. Brady has a waiting list of friends that want to sit there. I find this hilarious and oddly satisfying.)

“I am not telling you,” he answered, so that was the end of that.

Okay, then. I know nothing and I am no longer worthy of being privy to the school happenings. I told him that I was going to befriend the lunch monitors to get information, but he did not budge. I do not think he realizes I was only PARTLY joking. I ran down every mundane detail of my day but he would not share even a little morsel of information.

I was not prepared for this yet and I am kind of pouting. But, I am very grateful for Sullivan’s never-ending chatter and the fact that Colin could sense my disappointment and gave me a summary of his day, which included snuggling Tia, eating chicken nuggets, and taking a nap.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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