My Boy Likes School

Yesterday, as I was driving home past the boy monkey's school after a fairly normal (ie. fairly traumatic) supermarket shopping trip with two girl monkeys, I realised I had exactly one hour to go home, get the girls out of the car, get the shopping out of the car, unpack the shopping, then get the girls back in the car* and be back at school to pick up the boy monkey. Why not just pick up the boy early?

I'll tell you why not. Because he will cry, and it will break my heart, and I will feel so guilty I will let him stay, and I will have to admit to his teacher I lied on the early release form, and then I will have to come back to school less then an hour later, and it will be icy cold and pouring with rain. That's why not.

*Sound easy? It's not.


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