Day 21 of consecutive writing.
Are you sick of me yet?
Do you know who’s not sick of me?
My damn kids. They want to be in the middle of the Thanksgiving action. They asked if they could skip school on Monday. I said no and shoved them out of the car door. They asked if they could skip school today. I said no.
Kate called my dad.
I don’t know her conversation with him but I can tell you my dad wasn’t being a dad. He was being Funny Papa. He was filling Kate’s head with ideas on how to skip school.
“Start coughing a bunch around your mom. Act like you’re throwing up in the bathroom. Say you have diarrhea. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Remember that. Papa can write you a note. Do you need a note? You’re not going to school tomorrow – you tell your mom her dad said so.”
I told Emma and Kate they could take a vote with the extended family in town. Surely there had to be a few adult-minds.
I told the girls the only people that count on her list are Scott and me because we’re the parents. Kate instructed me to text my sisters. Next, she wanted me to message the rest of the family, coming in from out of town. She needed their vote. Every vote went Kate’s way.
I wrote an email to Kate’s teacher and I explained Kate’s school situation and attached the picture of her family poll.
And don’t forget to buy my book, “But Did You Die?”