Today I had to pick my twins up from Space Camp, only I couldn't remember what time, so I pulled out their backpacks to see if I could find out.
I never go through their back packs. That's how neglectful I am. I don't check their texts either.
Someone should seriously call social services on me.
So twin #2's backpack was neat and tidy, but twins #1--the subversive one--oh boy, oh boy! That kid needs a mom. PRONTO!
I have a theory that the most valuable and insightful recorded family history is simply a list of what you find in your relatives garbage cans. So I took it upon myself to make a list of everything I found in my son's backpack.
For the sake of posterity:
- 1 crumpled dixie cup
- 6 balls of yarn
- a sock
- a plastic frog
- a sprig of white, silk wildflowers
- a ticket to The Magic Flute
- a notice for the Goodie Sale on Dec 2nd
- a construction paper spider
- abstract melted crayon art
- a Thank You note to me from his teacher--dated Oct.
- plastic Easter egg full of spiderman tattoos
- toilet paper roll shaker
- the other sock
- progress report with all the C's crossed out
- a good behavior credit and debit booklet, with a tally of 5560 debits
- a roll of scotch tape
- a purple straw
- 3 more toilet paper roll shakers
- a science fair participant ribbon
- The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan
- a red and white striped origami swan
- a note written in a secret code
- the secret code key