Here’s A Quick Way To Start A Delivery Company
“Mom! I’m ready. Let’s go!”
“Do you have everything … your Math book, your lunch…?”
“YES MOM – we need to go!”
Off we race to school. We arrive (on time) at school, as Brian is about to close the car door…
“Do you have your gym clothes?”
“No Mom, I packed everything but that.”
“Funny. Have a great day.”
“NO MOM. I really did leave them at home!”
(This redhead mother’s sigh can be heard half way around the world).
“I’ll go home, get them and bring them back to the office. You can pick them up there.”
“Thanks Mom. I love you.”
Off he runs, happy as a lark. I now must fight three different school traffic to get back home. Once home, I notice his gym clothes are where I left them … next to where his lunch was. Funny how boys can remember to take food, but not clothing. Twenty minutes later, I am back at Brian’s school. There is a line for the office and suddenly it dawns on me that the line is formed by nothing but parents … holding gym clothes.
As I hear each parent say their child’s name I note they are all boy names, until the school admin gets to a woman handing over a lunch – its for a girl.
I guess on Mondays girls don’t care to eat and boys don’t care to exercise.
And we parents get to drive.
And drive.
And drive.
Until next time-
C
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