Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Here he comes to save the day!

It's a bird!
It's a plane!
No, it's The Man on a mission!
The Man has taken a very personal and deep interest in our youngest son, Boo's, education.
He's only three years old, but the child wants to grow up to be a dragon doctor. So we have to be prepared.
We attempted to enroll him in a three year old program at his brothers soon-to-be school, only to be declined because . . .
(Okay, stop laughing and pick yourself up. It's rude to roll on the floor and cackle like a hyena.)
So The man got to thinking. It's tough and there was smoke rolling from his ears, but I have to hand it to him, he did good. Maybe. if it works.
He thought about the fact that last year, before injury, he was making almost twice as much as he is now, and the financial information we provided had that income on it. So he called them. And asked. And we missed the cut off by a mere $4000. (Money I would have loved to have had this last year, but still . . .)
So he's been doing math. My wages, plus his new wages, and viola! We may just be there.
So he's gathering up heathens, donning his cape and tights (hot pink with little rainbows) and flying to Headstart's office to do battle for our boy.
He'll whine and cajole and plead. He'll announce that all Boo wants is knowledge and education and children he's not related to to torture--wait, scratch that. To make friends with. Yeah, that's right. And we won't mention his love of flammable things and toaster ovens.
So we're hoping that, despite earlier disappointments, come August, both of my boys will be on the playground with new friends. And we're hoping Boo will be running like Charlie Chaplin on crack right alongside his brother.
And that we don't get too many calls about what those B Boys are doing at school.

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