The boys go to school. They come home. When I ask what they did that day I usually get one of two responses: “I don’t remember” or “Nothing.” Getting anything out of the boys about how their day went at school is nearly impossible. I was quite interested, then when Carter started talking about his day before even getting off the bus. He had seen a deer cross the road at his friend Isaiah’s bus stop and he was excited to tell me all about it. Sure enough his bus driver John confirmed the deer sighting explaining that the deer had antlers but that all the boys on the bus insisted the deer was a momma deer (I find this kind of sweet.) When I asked Carter if the deer had antlers on its head he told me “No momma, it had BIG FAT EARS!”
Carter had even more to tell me about his day. On the monthly calendar his teacher sends home that highlights their daily activities, we had read that they were to celebrate Evan’s birthday. This means that the birthday child brings in a special snack to share with the class. Carter loves snack, especially special birthday ones. I asked Carter if Evan brought in a special treat to share with the class. In a most disappointed voice he said “Evan was not in school today. He has a red eye or something like that, I don’t remember what my teacher say-ed” (Carter says say-ed instead of said like the rest of us).
Red eye. This can only mean one of a couple things. Either Evan caught a red eye flight and was not in school due to jet lag and lack of sleep or several rogue bacteria decided to go rouge thinking that pink was to fluffy sounding for their leather jacket, chain wearing gang and wanted to kick it up a notch. Either way there was no birthday snack. And now I am on the look out for pink eye. Or red eye.