Thursday, September 9, 2010
The funny thing is when you get there and fill out the tardy slip he has to take to class they ask you the "reason" for his tardiness.
Umm. . . reason?
Well, he's got me as a mother for one. And my vanity made me dress myself instead of dropping Owen off in my pj's. And I have to have all three boys ready to leave at the same time. It just takes a while. Especially since Jonas decided he wanted to eat before we left today, and then Owen asked if he could have a second bowl of raisin bran for breakfast. Who am I to deny a hungry growing boy?
So in the end that's the reason I gave for his being tardy. "Breakfast." I said, because that sounded like a responsible-type excuse. Though obviously responsibility had nothing to do with it.
No matter. At this rate of attendance he'll be kicked out by Christmas and we won't have to worry about coming up with any more tardiness excuses.