April 9, 2010
Yesterday afternoon, I spent 20 minutes at the Hallmark store waiting in line for something really worthwhile.
A dozen plastic bracelets fashioned into the shape of animals.
"They're not bracelets!" screamed my son. "They're silly bandz!"
Bracelets are for girls. Silly bandz are for everyone.
The non-bracelets are the hot item at my kids' elementary school these days. Based upon my observations at the bus stop, silly bandz are objects that are to be worn, traded, and at some point, put into your mouth.
"If I see you nibbling on those things one more time," warned a mother to her third-grade daughter, "I'm going to take them away."
"Where did you get that gum?" I asked Kellen this morning. "You know you can't chew gum at school."
My son responded by spitting a wad of rubber bands into his palm. Just then, the bus pulled up. He deposited all of the bracelets onto his wrist except for a saliva-drenched giraffe, which he put into my hand.
"You can have that one," he said, running down the street.
His generosity overwhelmed me.