Yesterday, there were only six of the younger kids playing, so I was also in the game, using my extreme height to my
[Have I mentioned how often I run into a kid with her/his parent out and about town and the kid will yell, "Hi, Yard Duty!" only everyone only ever seems to hear "doody" as in "dog doody"?]
The bell rings, and I'm hanging with Pete and Youngest while Youngest waits to enter his classroom. One of the tough-guy third graders, the scrawniest of the bunch, walks up to me, smiles, and stomps in a puddle that I'm standing next to, getting my piece-of-crap, ripped-to-shreds jeans wet.
I am livid, and I drag his sorry ass down to the principal's office because I'm gonna bench the asshole for the rest of the day.
When I go later to visit Youngest at lunch, the principal gives me this. I can't help but laugh.