If there’s one thing that I’m good at it’s that I know how to dish it out when I’m flying high and I’m on top of the world. (probably not the greatest personality trait is it?) Case in point last week while I was celebrating the goodness that is MARCH BREAK, I made several comments and facebook postings to my friends about how good it felt not to have to work last week. If there’s one thing that I most definitely excel at is rubbing it in to my pals. So rubbed it in I did.
However as we know all good things (even as wonderful as MARCH BREAK) have to come to an end and this week is officially back to school week. Today was the first day back to school and my young whippersnapper students ran me ragged. Those kindergarten students picked, poked and prodded me at will and used me to as their own personal pinata. Needless to say that when I got back to my humble abode this evening I was dragging my rather large posterior and I was quite simply tuckered out. (Believe you me, I’m not looking for sympathy folks, just awkwardly painting the scene that was)
However sometimes some of the best moments in life come when you least expect them. Tonight the Association provided me with one of those fantastic moments. The little boondoogle (yet another moniker for the Association) was playing with his mother, the First Lady, putting stickers on some paper. He’s quite proficient at it and if there was an olympic event for putting stickers randomly on a piece of paper I’m sure he would be a medal contender.
While the two of them were playing I was reading the paper and drinking a coffee, trying to somehow call upon the caffeine gods for one last stand. Suddenly the Association pointed to a sticker of Mr. Incredible and said “Daddy”. The First Lady was shocked (most likely because I look nothing like Mr. Incredible and in reality I’m more like Mr. Below Average) so she pointed to the sticker again and the Association again called it “Daddy”. Finally he came over to where I was sitting and put the sticker on my arm. It was quite a magical moment to say the least (however I am now concerned about his eyesight). Since the young man can’t state his true meaning behind the sticker, I am left to consider that he thinks I’m pretty cool. So for that I say thanks N8 for making my day. Daddy loves you lots.