September 11, 2009
The Bermuda Triangle
This is what my six-year-old daughter wore on the first day of first grade. Take a good look at the outfit because fifty percent of it is no longer with us.
"Where is your new sweater?" I asked when she got off the bus later that afternoon.
"I don't know," she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "It could be anywhere."
My heart swelled with joy at the realization that I had, in essence, flushed $15 down the toilet. I was distraught to say the least, but eventually took comfort in the knowledge that the sweater was not alone. Where ever it was, my daughter's hair clips, socks, and bracelet were also. Or so I hoped.
"Why are half of your clothes missing?" I wanted to know. "Did you have gym today? Was it hot in your classroom? What would compel you to take off your socks?
"Just face it," my daughter replied, "The sweater is gone."
This morning, Camber came down for breakfast wearing a skirt, flip flops and three sweatshirts.
"But I'm cold!" she whined when I told her to lose the extra layers.
The two most recent additions to my daughter's sweatshirt collection stayed at home. The third--a ratty and stained Hannah Montana atrocity--was ceremoniously draped over her shoulders and sent to its impending doom.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow," I said to the sweatshirt as I watched it board the school bus and head down the street toward the Bermuda Triangle.
What has your child lost/left at school?