Little boxes
Maybe we are all the same in the suburbs? Today, David hitched a ride to the station and before I dropped him at the train he brought Conrad into his classroom. I pulled up to the drop off lane (where you just pull up to the school and your kid hops out, you wave goodbye and drive away). Since it was rare to have dad around, David hopped out with Conrad and and walked him in. If you’re in the drop off lane you need to keep moving to let other kids get dropped off. I pulled forward. David rushed out of school, and unfamiliar with the rules of drop off, hopped in a silver Saab. Trouble was it wasn’t our car. It was our great friend Suzanne’s silver Saab! He looked at her said, “You’re not my wife!?” and Suzanne, who can roll with pretty much anything said, “You need a ride?”