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When no one’s there to save you from yourself
By Me | June 15, 2007
We’re having a fairly typical upstate NY spring: nice warm days and chilly nights. Overnight temperatures range in the upper-40s to mid-50s or so.
That means that, when I’m in the process of pitching the little darlings out the door for their last few days of school, there usually needs to be some kind of light-jacket-wearing occurring.
Sadly for Ricky, I haven’t found a way to make sure he actually has one of those light jackets, sort of gluing it to his sturdy little body.
In the space of two years, he has lost five jackets. Including the hoodie I got him this fall when I found I was too wracked by maternal guilt to just let him freeze — the natural consequence of constantly losing your jacket when your mom isn’t rich — as had been my original intention.
He loses his jackets because he takes them off. Like most of my children, he is inclined to behave as if this entire village is his personal clothing closet. Unlike the rest of my children, when he drops his jacket on the grass or on the school bus seat or in the pool room at the high school or anywhere else, he always seems to forget to pick it back up again when he leaves.
He seemed pretty cold when he left the house this morning. I could say something like, Let that be a lesson to you, my boy, but I know it won’t.
He could be forced to struggle through a blizzard in his shirt sleeves, it wouldn’t make him any less skitter-witted.
So, instead, let it be a lesson to you. Don’t let anybody tell you that the little girls are the scatterbrains.
I got proof!
[tags]boy people, girl people, forgetfulness, lost clothing[/tags]
Topics: Boy People |
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