It's great to be a Girl!
Miss Peanut starts Kindergarten later this month.
How did she get this big? How did I turn into the mother of a school-age child? But I digress.
I've been trolling the giant office-supply stores recently, looking for sales on the stuff I'll need for my classroom. Sure, the school supplies some stuff, and theoretically parents are supposed to outfit their students with such necessities as pencils and paper, but that never really happens all the time, so I do what I must to ensure instruction. I waxed nostalgic the other day amongst the lunchboxes, remembering my first lunchbox - rigid pink plastic with Holly Hobbie on it - thinking that I'll have to take Miss Peanut to pick out her first school lunchbox. And backpack. And pencils. Oh, I'm going to cry.
Anyhow, I broached the subject with Miss Peanut when we were all in the car heading out to dinner last night.
I laughed, not at Miss Peanut's response, but at the fact that the WCM finally understands His Girls. It's only taken him 18 years**, but he finally understands how his womenfolk operate. What strides he's made.
Pretty soon, I'll be able to send him out for "feminine supplies" and mascara and his only questions will be "regular or super, and brown or black?"
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* Because these are her current favorites, and I had actually seen these lunchboxes already.
**Because that's how long we've been together. Half my bloody life.
How did she get this big? How did I turn into the mother of a school-age child? But I digress.
I've been trolling the giant office-supply stores recently, looking for sales on the stuff I'll need for my classroom. Sure, the school supplies some stuff, and theoretically parents are supposed to outfit their students with such necessities as pencils and paper, but that never really happens all the time, so I do what I must to ensure instruction. I waxed nostalgic the other day amongst the lunchboxes, remembering my first lunchbox - rigid pink plastic with Holly Hobbie on it - thinking that I'll have to take Miss Peanut to pick out her first school lunchbox. And backpack. And pencils. Oh, I'm going to cry.
Anyhow, I broached the subject with Miss Peanut when we were all in the car heading out to dinner last night.
Me: So, Peanut, it's time to buy a lunchbox. Do you want a
Hello Kitty one, a Strawberry Shortcake one, or a Princess one?*
WCM: (grumbling sarcastically under his breath) All of them.
Peanut: (eagerly) All of them!!
I laughed, not at Miss Peanut's response, but at the fact that the WCM finally understands His Girls. It's only taken him 18 years**, but he finally understands how his womenfolk operate. What strides he's made.
Pretty soon, I'll be able to send him out for "feminine supplies" and mascara and his only questions will be "regular or super, and brown or black?"
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* Because these are her current favorites, and I had actually seen these lunchboxes already.
**Because that's how long we've been together. Half my bloody life.
posted by Peevish McSnark at
11:01 AM
2 Comments:
Good lord, how time flies!! I guess before long I'm going to be driving Max off to college. Ack! Have fun shopping. I think my first NEW lunchbox was "junior miss"-- but I had friends with holly hobbie. I remember picking out trapper keepers, pencil cases, all the fun stuff. Has Peanut met her teacher(s) yet?
By
Anonymous, At
6:50 PM
Excessive lunchbox and mascara purchases are one of the underlying causes of the explosion of credit (and consequent debt related misery) afflicting the affluent west.
I would ban such purchases and institute a hair shirt policy.
By
garfer, At
7:07 PM
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