It’s Friday morning and Tucker does not want to go to school. Who can blame him? We were enjoying a long game of Ze Chase Monster (I chase him around the room wearing a blanket over my head. Then, I capture him in the blanket, swing him around and throw him onto the couch pillows. Don’t judge; it’s good cheap fun, ok?). First, I tried reason. “Come on good boy,* let’s go. You’ll have tons of fun with your friends! I’ll bet Ms. K will play chase with you, too!” and “If we leave now, you’ll still have time to hide behind the flowers before we get in the car!” I even tried telling him it’d be ok to put some toy airplanes in his backpack. This is a little frowned upon by his teachers because ultimately, the planes are removed from his backpack. Which means that when it’s time to go home, they’ll endure listening to “WhereareyouNineeeeeeee!!??” really loudly while conducting a frenzied search for a bunch of small metal airplanes that they probably won’t recognize.
As I began to wonder how traumatic it would be for him to be forcibly carried out kicking and screaming and rationalizing to myself that he won’t remember this age anyway, he spied an Oreo snack pack on the kitchen counter. I didn’t even put up a fight. He said “Please?” in the cutest voice ever and that was enough for me. So, he arrived at school with Oreo goop all over his face, hands and shirt. And most likely a sugar high. At least we arrived. On time.
*When trying to get Tucker to do something he doesn’t want to do, I often refer to him as “good boy” as a part of my request because I think my sleuth-like power of suggestion will actually make it true.
Note: I had to Google whether the comma belongs before or after the asterisk, as I couldn’t remember. Wiki told me that the comma goes first, and it also told me that the asterisk goes first. This seemingly more reputable site told me that the asterisk follows punctuation marks, so that is what I went with. The Chicago Manual of Style backed them up. Plus, I think it looks better that way. If I’m wrong, and you have a good source that will prove it, please comment.
Note Two: If you read a version of this post earlier, and are now confused, I apologize. I just didn’t love it. Yesterday, I was in hysterics over my really stupid drawing. I’ve told myself that it’s ok to not laugh like a lunatic alone in front of a computer every day.
by Kristi Campbell
henriette - I loved the first post! And I still look at the cartoon just for giggles…I demand at least one weekly cartoon!!! Michelle B once described her couch as a petri dish, which is pretty much the state MY couch is in. There you go- now share with us what is living in your couch, we already know about the rugs! 🙂
I’m expecting a detailed post on Monday with a couch cartoon!September 28, 2012 – 6:54 pm
admin - Uh oh…pressure! Petri Dish Couch would make a good one though…hmmm…
And I freaking love the bad dog cartoon. I’m not even sure why but I was laughing like a loon.September 28, 2012 – 7:13 pm
henriette - Cause it’s hilarious?!! I think I might have to print and frame it! 🙂September 28, 2012 – 7:34 pm
admin - Huge Like!September 28, 2012 – 8:19 pm
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