A Day at Wounded Knee

I pick up the boys through the back gate of the school. Today it was locked, so a bunch of us parents were waiting for the custodian to come and unlock it, but after about 5 min. I figured I could just run to the side of the school and get the boys. Of course they are both no where to be found. I go to the office where I have told them to go if I'm not there when they get out of school. The ladies in the office hadn't seen them, but one of them paged them over the intercom. Knowing my boys, they wouldn't hear, so I go check the playground. A mom said she just saw them, but a boy says he saw them going toward the back gate. WHAT?! Then I get a call from another mom saying she sees them walking with a neighbor. So I run to the gate BUT IT'S STILL LOCKED!! In a panic, I climb the fence and land, but I still manage to fall after my landing and scrape up my knee. I'm running down the street with my bloodied knee, furious at the boys for not going to the office in the first place, but thank my neighbor for looking after them. As soon as we get in the house, they get the full yell/lecture about not going to the office, how they could have been abducted if the neighbor wasn't walking with them, how it's so important to follow directions because someone CAN GET HURT (like ME!!!)! Then I point to my knee which is scraped up in two places, and I tell them, "See? This one (scrape) is named Cody, and this one is named Tanner. A reminder of the day you didn't listen to mama!" 

Are they going to write a Mommie Dearest memoir someday or what?

 

It's kind of weird... after I took the pic I noticed the scrape on the left looks like a "T" on it's side, and the other scrape looks like a "C" facing down. T for Tanner and C for Cody!