The girl and I, we're going on a road trip. My college reunion is this weekend, and while I wouldn't take her out of school for a trip to Disney, a trip to a college campus, even at eight, seems like an appropriate excuse for an absence. It's educational! It's aspirational! It's a day and a half out of school a few weeks before the end of third grade!
She's beside herself. She's been talking about it for weeks, she packed on Sunday, and she's handing me lists and instructions at every turn.
Here, Mommy, this is what you do when you pick me up at school:
Right. Like I've never picked her up early. Like I wouldn't wait for her.
And here, Mommy, this is what I packed:
Um, what about underpants? And a toothbrush? Or shoes? I should note that the "two time wasters" are not the DSi XL and the 3DS - no, the time wasters are a handheld clicker and a sliding number puzzle - essential road trip supplies. Also, she packed another bag with about six books, a stuffed animal, Julie, and lord only knows what else - it weighs a ton.
Oh, and Mommy, I need some more songs on my iPod:
Despite the admonition of Not One More! Not One Less!, I did add one more: I included the Beach Boys singing California Girls. I can't wait for her to cue it up and sputter this isn't Katy Perry.