the voices dying with a dying fall

So, my camera battery died months ago, and I just now found the cradle (in the black hole known as "Reggie’s Room") and some of these from last school year need sharing.

So, as I may have mentioned on occasion, Joss sometimes has a difficult time "catching" the bus. More specifically, I fear he fancies himself a little Peter Parker, and prefers to chase the bus when he has the opportunity– an opportunity created by waiting until the last conceivable moment to dart out the door. Anyway, seeing as how he isn’t Spiderman, he often fails to catch up.

Which leaves someone driving him to school.

On the particular day the commemorated here, that someone was me. And like any good mother whose kid missed the bus (again) we stopped at chick-fil-a for a healthy breakfast– insuring he’d be no more than 20 minutes late for school– which we insure by eating in the car. Anyway. the documentation follows:

Joss obviously feeling appropriately punished for having missed the bus.

Joss being incredibly exicted, because his sandwich looks like a little turtle.

Joss when told to "look natural".

Joss refusing to acknowledge that my camera kung fu is the best.

Here, I told joss to get out of the car and get the crumbs out  of his lap so they wouldn’t get all over my floor. I promptly locked the door, and refused to let him back in for several minutes. Which, obviously, got funnier and funnier the longer I held my fingers in my ears and sang loudly.

Joss, safely arrived (though slightly late) with a full tummy to Brentwood elementary, the last week of school. But, in my defense, he didn’t get in any trouble that day. I should commemorate more little mornings like that, I think.

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And just to contrast/compare MY last day of school proper, which was like 5/5 or so, though not the vainglorious 5/9; Brian and I celebrated with a drink at Linda’s on Franklin St.:

Actually, I have no idea what this was about. but it amuses me.

I remember how relieved  I was being done for the year… and with less than two weeks left before starting right back up again… I’m a little distraught.

Ugh. Anyway, meant to put these up months ago. Blame Reggie’s sloth. I do.