Welcome to the stage...Reagan!
As parents of a girl, there's really only one basic responsibility. Sure, there's the basics of providing for food, shelter and fabulous jeans and 'tops' (oh no...not shirts...tops), but it goes further than that. Our job is to keep her off the pole. Nothing against Candy, Mercedeeees and all the others trying to pay their way through college by shaking their money-makers in the land of watered down drinks and bad carpet, but we're shooting for something...er, anything...a little different.
We took a step backwards today, while at the same time earning a stern talking to at her new school...on only day three. Neat.
I had an appointment at a big production shop that does music videos, commercials, etc., and was talking to them about doing voicework for them. Since I'm only usually used to getting Sarah and Reagan bathed, fed and off, I typically am fixing myself up after they're off contributing to the world. So because I added me to the morning mix, I was a little behind and not thinking very clearly. I dressed Reagan in a pair of nice shorts and a cute 'top'...that had...dare I say...spaghetti straps. Sarah said she hoped it was ok that she had that on, and I said 'oh sure...that looks great'!! Just in case I was wrong, as I tend to be, I packed another shirt...sorry...top...in her backpack.
As I drop The Girl off at the carpool lane...non-luxury lane please...we had the luck of the draw of being met by the head of the lower school (we used to call them 'principals'...whatever). By the look I received, you would have thought I dressed her in a black trashbag...which can be very practical, mind you, should one find one's self at a music festival, say, in Memphis...I digress.
I assured her that there was a backup top in the backpack should everyone else make the same facial expression she was making.
Just then, as she innocently jumped out of the car, heading to her fun, education-filled, only third day of the new school, her top shot down as if preparing to milk a litter of kittens. Now the look said something completely different. I yelled as I sped off "don't forget that backup shirt should you need it!".
Hoping I had someone completely different when I drove back up to that carpool lane for pickup, I got my wish. The problem was that I got her teacher this time. Reagan climbs in with a fine and chipper "hi Daddy!!", and there was that top...I don't know how it could fall down AND rise up all at once, but this magical 'lack of a top' did just that...both nipples AND navel exposed. The teacher 'kindly suggested' we "save that top for the weekends". I'll do just that...and make sure she chooses a better name than Candy or Mercedes.
We took a step backwards today, while at the same time earning a stern talking to at her new school...on only day three. Neat.
I had an appointment at a big production shop that does music videos, commercials, etc., and was talking to them about doing voicework for them. Since I'm only usually used to getting Sarah and Reagan bathed, fed and off, I typically am fixing myself up after they're off contributing to the world. So because I added me to the morning mix, I was a little behind and not thinking very clearly. I dressed Reagan in a pair of nice shorts and a cute 'top'...that had...dare I say...spaghetti straps. Sarah said she hoped it was ok that she had that on, and I said 'oh sure...that looks great'!! Just in case I was wrong, as I tend to be, I packed another shirt...sorry...top...in her backpack.
As I drop The Girl off at the carpool lane...non-luxury lane please...we had the luck of the draw of being met by the head of the lower school (we used to call them 'principals'...whatever). By the look I received, you would have thought I dressed her in a black trashbag...which can be very practical, mind you, should one find one's self at a music festival, say, in Memphis...I digress.
I assured her that there was a backup top in the backpack should everyone else make the same facial expression she was making.
Just then, as she innocently jumped out of the car, heading to her fun, education-filled, only third day of the new school, her top shot down as if preparing to milk a litter of kittens. Now the look said something completely different. I yelled as I sped off "don't forget that backup shirt should you need it!".
Hoping I had someone completely different when I drove back up to that carpool lane for pickup, I got my wish. The problem was that I got her teacher this time. Reagan climbs in with a fine and chipper "hi Daddy!!", and there was that top...I don't know how it could fall down AND rise up all at once, but this magical 'lack of a top' did just that...both nipples AND navel exposed. The teacher 'kindly suggested' we "save that top for the weekends". I'll do just that...and make sure she chooses a better name than Candy or Mercedes.
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