How to confuse the Normals…

So, Boy’s school has changed the date of their Xmas pageant a couple of times. I stopped by the office to make sure that the date I’d be told was indeed the actual date. While there, one of his teachers said “Oh, and he’ll need a red shirt for the play.”

Without missing a beat, I said “Oh no…he’s not in the landing party is he?”

They all looked baffled, then they all looked at each other, then they all looked at me with that RCA Dog – tilted head- look I so often get from the Pinks.

What a world, what a world….

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