While driving to school yesterday, my two kids asked if I could open the huge bag of skittles that I’d stowed in Julia’s backpack to donate to the Halloween goody bag. Why not? They could each take a small pack out and put in their lunch. Goodies are goodies, right? Wrong! I was scolded when I picked up yesterday. No “thank you” – just an angry teacher’s aide who gave me back the bag saying I didn’t have enough – there are 22 kids in the class. Ok, I’ll admit that was careless on my part, the bag held 20 packs. Then she said with a stinging accusation, “The bag must be sealed!”
Immediately I felt inadequate. Then, I paused to address the silliness of the incident. Why do I need to give them a sealed bag of tiny sealed bags? Is a mommy likely to inject poison into tiny sealed packs of skittles?
You know what, with all I’m juggling I’m bound to drop a few eggs – let that be the worst thing I do!
mamma sonia