The other night I was standing in the living room trying to calm a cranky, gassy baby when all of a sudden Tobyjoe looked at me and screamed, “SCHOOL SUPPLIES!” Just like that, out of nowhere, SCHOOL SUPPLIES! Like he suddenly remembered that school was starting, like, tomorrow and Emory wasn’t prepared because we totally forgot to buy him school supplies.
“I never really got what I needed when it came to school supplies.” Toby continued.
“Like trapper keepers with cats on them? Or, better, unicorns?”
“Yeah. I had to ask other kids for stuff. But I’m going to buy our boy the best school supplies ever. I’m going to get him exactly what he needs.”
I married a man who daydreams about buying his son the proper school supplies. I married that man and I gave birth to a pretty amazing little person. I realize he’s only three weeks old and all he really does is pee and poop and eat and fart, but he makes some of the best farts I’ve ever heard.
This is going to be awesome.