My son is the “star of the day” today at his preschool. Which means he gets to show off a toy he has and I provide the class with a snack for the day. Simple enough. But nothing is simple. Since I screwed up “Halloween Day” by forgetting his costume on my kitchen counter, I was not going to screw this one up. I was fully prepared with the toy he would bring, bought the snack last night, and had his clothes laid out and ready to go. I had a big note to myself on our kitchen chalkboard, had a big blue star on the calendar in the hall, and set up not one, but two alarms on my phone with the message: BRING SNACK, STAR OF THE DAY.
But nothing is simple.
Around nine this morning, as I was finishing up the DFS work below, I realized things were awfully quiet. Quietness and toddlers = something is about to go very wrong.
So I yelled his name, figuring he was still in bed. But the response I got was one that gives parents chills up their spines … do not come in here. Somehow my son had evaded my radar, snuck past me, and was playing in the bathroom next to where I was working.
Do not come in here is never followed by something like, I just brushed my teeth and got myself dressed.
No, it is followed by this:
My son emerged from the bathroom like a wild animal, covered in my wife’s makeup, looking like something straight out of Lord of The Flies. Fully naked, hair soaked, leaving wet footprints across the kitchen floor to where he ran and hid next to the couch.
Then I heard the sound of the falling water. Both the toilet and bathroom sink were stuffed full of paper … and both faucets were running on full blast. How I did not hear this happening … I will never know.
After an hour of cleaning, pleading and a trip to his school and back I am ready to dig into this two-game game slate.
Today we only have two games on our slate and the two games could not be more different:
Pittsburgh Penguins @ Washington Capitals
Arizona Coyotes @ Calgary Flames