|A happy mom and a handsome ginger|
Since our summer vacation has officially begun, I'm recalling this one particular Friday during eighth grade. Honestly all I was trying to do was be nice. Is that such a big problem? Zheesh.
I bought a pepperoni pizza roll from Great Harvest Bread Company. They are so good! Like a dutiful mother, I drove it still warm to the school. It was near lunch hour and I wanted my Ike to have something to eat. I promised I'd drop it off for him.
Peeking my head through the glass window on the door, I observed an orange hair, freckle face 14 year old boy. I recognized the child as one of my bairn and with the turn of the knob, I entered the classroom. This is an acceptable thing to do at our OS's school, I didn't break any regulations, except for the one Isaac had in his mind.
|pepperoni rolls are really delish |
and they kinda, sorta look like footballs
Instead of merely handing the pepperoni roll to him, which seemed rather dreary, I pretended I was a quarterback. The pepperoni roll was shaped like a football and it didn't seem like any big deal. With exaggerated, slow-action motion, I simulated a deep pass to my boy. The pepperoni roll remained in my hand. It didn't go flying. All the kids laughed as Isaac sprang out of his chair for the interception. We hugged, I'm fairly sure I kissed him, closed the door behind me and enjoyed the rest of my day.
But what I learned later is that Ike was aghast at my shenanigans. Especially when one of his buddies said, "Did your mom really just come into class pretending to throw you a pepperoni roll while the teacher was praying?" "Um, yeah," was my boy's reply.
I guess in my haste, I hadn't noticed that Mr. A was praying. I didn't observe the subtle clues such as silence and head bowing. Oops.
|All sorts of fish stories in our family!|
Which has me wondering...do you have similar MOMents?