Once upon a time my kid did a nice thing.
His school was making lunches for a homeless mission downtown. His class’ job was to decorate the lunch bags. I got a little cynical about it. Then I read an article in the local paper about the kids’ effort.
I wrote about it here.
I got a little teary and sentimental about the whole thing.
I am such a god damn sucker.
We’re sitting around the living room talking the other night. I ask the Boy Child if he remembers doing it.
“Oh yeah. We drew soooo many butts!!”
“What????? You did not! Are you kidding me?”
“We all did it. No one was really checking the drawings. Yup, drew a lot of butts that day.”