Yesterday as I was driving back to work for my late afternoon shift I got a call from the kids' school. Did Brandon bring his permission slip home to be signed?
Could I come by the school Tuesday morning to sign one so he can go on a field trip that afternoon?
Sure! If I remember.
I called Brandon and asked him to write me a note that said "Permission slip Tuesday," and leave it on the kitchen table. It took me a minute to interpret his
chicken scratch short-hand, but I got it. Cute little stinker, that boy.
How can you not love this?!