It was a tough morning. I had already gotten cross with Jonah for forgetting to do his spelling homework, but when I saw him wearing Ian’s size 5 pants on the school bus line, I really lost it on him. He wears a size 8 slim. So, Ian’s pants fit him in the waist, but the pants ended half way up his shin. I was trying to drag him home to change and he kept saying that it didn’t matter that he was wearing Ian’s pants. Then the bus came around the corner. Jonah walked onto the bus in tears.
All day, Jonah’s tears were bothering me. On Thursdays, I get home
from school around 2:00. I clean up the dishes, and Amanda the
babysitter takes over for a couple of hours. I usually try to read in
the library and go to the gym. Instead, I decided to surprise Jonah at
school today and have some alone time with him.
We went out to Starbucks for coffee and worked on his homework at
the library. I did not say a word about his short pants. I asked him
about every detail of his day. We weren’t distracted by a quirky little
brother. The neighbor kids weren’t banging on the windows trying to get
him to ditch his work and play. I praised him for his neat handwriting.
It’s not often that I’m a great parent. For two hours today, I was.
Apt. 11d 
Good for you, Laura. Today, you’re an example to me.
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Brilliant….
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Floods! he’s bringing back floods! your son, the fashion forward guy.
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They were beyond floods. My boy with the long skinny legs often wears floods. That morning, he was wearing capris.
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Oh, they were just long shorts (Jams?) :-).
I had a day like your morning on Wednesday (one that resulted in tears, and anguish, and was not one of my better mothering moments). I hope I made up for it on Thursday.
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I believe the Fug girls use the term “manpris,” although in this case I suppose they would be “boypris.”
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