Alienation…yea, already – OOPS, didn’t get to the alienation part, I’ll save it for later

Ok, the first day of school has yet to appear. I guess I really shouldn’t dip into the pit of fire so soon, but, I’m just that kind of gal, my fingers do the talking before my brain does the thinking. So, here I give to you, my son shopping for his $100 worth of school supplies:

That one is not real clear because it is Boy Genius’s phone. But, here’s how $100 looks once it is ready to haul to school:

That’s it, $100 in that one tote..some of you might recognize the tote, it came with one of my reviews. His teacher (we must name her soon) got to keep the bag.  Awww, so see, I’m not all bad.

Last night Boy Genius and I went to Orientation. I called earlier in the day to ask if the students should come too. I was told it didn’t matter. You know, if the teacher was going to tell us something important (like lunch prices went up and that you can’t pay by the day you have to pay by the week or the month *shaking my head*, whatever) I wanted to be able to hear it and if all those Kindergarten children were there, we might not hear it all. I want to hear it all, not just pieces of the pie.

Anyway, for the record, only one other child didn’t come with their parents AND that mom was feeling bad about it until she saw that Ditto Boy wasn’t there. That girl and one other are in his room from his T-ball team but there are 3 others that he knew from daycare.

Let me now introduce you to Ditto Boy’s best friend. He and Ditto Boy were wild together in daycare and then in T-ball, even the dugout mom (who happens to teach 3rd grade at this school) wanted to know if they could plan for them to be in the dugout at separate times. She couldn’t take it. Ditto Boy and (Ditto Boy’s best buddy from daycare, I need to name him now because you will probably hear quite a bit about him, let’s call him….Chatter – that fits, nothing bad about him, he is just like Ditto Boy – loud, rowdy and 5 years old.) Chatter are not in the same room. They don’t allow you to pick your teacher but since Chatter’s mom teaches at the school and I’ve been part of this particular education system here, we were able to convince her to simply not.put.them.in.the.same.room. The quickest way she could lose a teacher would be to put those two in the room together because..no one would make it a week.

But, I digress. Actually, how in the heck did I get all the way from alienation to Chatter? The two really don’t go in the same post in any way, well maybe if you consider that I have already used my one favor for the year.

Anyway….

The teacher handed out folders with a mess of information in them and as a crowd would gather around her table, she would give us the speech about that crazy lunch that I’ve already mentioned. So, we waited. And, we waited. And, we waited some more. Finally, everyone was gone and it was almost time for the teachers to go home.

I explained about me having mono and if Ditto Boy even acted odd in the coming weeks for her to go ahead and call me. Talk about a mono epidemic!

I got so far away from alienation, I’ll save it for another post. For now, here’s Ditto Boy getting his first it’s-time-for-school-to-start-haircut:

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