Yesterday, in the rush of getting ready to leave for school, the boys mumbled something about needing a note signed for Science class. I was busy packing lunches and didn’t have time to stop and write separate notes for all of them so I asked them to write whatever it was that needed to be approved and I’d sign it.
The notes presented to me read, “Mom says it’s okay for us to get a frog, a millipede, or a crab.”
I asked what the story was and they said that they had been studying frogs, millipedes and crabs in Science class this quarter and now that they were done, the teachers were going to have a drawing and whoever won the drawing could pick one of the critters and bring them home.
The only catch was that your mom had to send the note in to be a part of the drawing.
I did the math, figuring with thirty kids per class, odds were pretty good that they wouldn’t get selected and they were so eager to be a part of the drawing that I scrawled my signature across their notes all the while preparing them for the fact that they might have to deal with disappointment.
You see where this is going.
What I had NOT anticipated is that other mothers would be savvier than I and would NOT send in a note, because lo and behold, there were only THREE children out of sixty that had permission to participate in the drawing.
Two of which were mine.
I am obviously new around here.
I arrived at carpool to be greeted by the newest four members of our family.
They are African dwarf frogs which means nothing to me, but apparently to the children means “We must go and buy them 10 gallon aquariums”, so off we traipsed to Petsmart in the pouring rain and thirty-four degree temperature to find the cheapest thing I could find suitable housing and food for our chargelings. The boys even scrounged around and found a care sheet for the frogs and I had to laugh as I read through the instructions and found that floating at the top of the tank might indicate a possible sign of illness.
Good to know what to look for as I was certain they wouldn’t survive the ride home given the amount of love and affection they were receiving and also given our general track record of keeping aquarium-bound creatures alive.
So I’ve learned two things:
1) Other moms are smarter than I; and
2) I don’t need to be playing odds on anything.
Have a nice day.