Waiting for the toast to pop, something else popped...my relationship with the buttery, sweet sensation....the SCHOOL CALLED!! This was the third time this week that they had called.....and being the AWESOME Mom that I am, I answered reluctantly. My 9yo injured his leg, while playing at recess on the snow hill...on the same snow hill that I previously told him NOT to play on! He got injured earlier this week from the same hill!! But here he was, back on the hill!! Don't kids learn!? Do they not listen!? Am I wasting my breathe, preaching about safety on the snow hill with over 500 kids!?
The secretary told me that he hurt his leg on a branch, I wanted to ask her "is there blood, a bone poking through?" I am sorry, but back in my day...if you were "injured", you got ice and eventually made it back to class. At home time, you made your way hobbling down the road and lets face it, most times you were fine!!
I then spoke to my Son. He said I NEEDED to come pick him up! Now...we live 10 minutes from the school and we walk! He told me that he couldn't walk alone, he NEEDED me! I was passed back to the secretary...during this time, I was starring at my buttery treat, it was starting to get cold....begrudgingly I told her that I would be there in 20 minutes(did you catch that...we live 10 minutes from the school)!
I hung up...sat down and ate my buttery, cinnamon toast...savouring it!! My Son could wait!!
After all....its not often that I get to enjoy a treat...alone!! Am I a mean Mom....NO!!
I did laugh to myself as I cleaned up the crumbs....I put cinnamon toast ahead of my Son's "injury"......!!
By the way....he is fine, maybe sore...but not a single mark on his leg!!
I think we as a society are getting soft!! No!?
Soft...like freshly made bread...YUM!! With a dab of butter!!
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