I was at school drop-off last week. (The kids still want me to walk in with them, and I’m going to soak that up as long as possible.) Erin was doing Safety Patrol, and Colin and I were standing around waiting for the kids to line up for class.
Colin: “What’s the time?”
Me: “Time to get ill!”
Colin (confused): “I said, ‘What’s the time?’”
Me: “Time to get ill!”
Colin (perturbed): “I SAID, ‘What’s the TIME?’”
Me: “Time to get ill!”
Colin (kinda pissed off): “Mom. I want to know what the hours and minutes are on your watch.”
Me: “Oh. It’s 7:43.”
Colin (muttering to himself like the 80-year-old man that he is): “You could have just said that to begin with.”
Well, no. No, I couldn’t have. When someone asks you, “What’s the time?” there is only one correct response.
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You got that right. Collin is so dumb. He should know better. That’s something I totally would have done. The only way we’re different is that I kicked my kids to the curb as soon as humanly possible. I HATED walking them to school b/c then I had to see people, and I really, really don’t want to have to do that. Unless it’s you. Why do you have to live in California? It’s too far away.
To add insult to injury, a day later, I expectantly asked Erin, “What’s the time?” and she couldn’t answer me. SMH. Clearly, I’m doing something wrong. You will be proud to know that, after I walk the kids to their respective classroom lines, I walk away AS FAST AS POSSIBLE to avoid any and all conversation with other people. And I wear dark sunglasses–no matter the amount of sun. Let’s pick a state somewhere in the middle to meet up.