Evie was so excited for her first day of school! She was up at about 5:30 a.m. eager to start the day. Her clothes were all picked out, her Twinkle Toes Sketcher sneakers with neon light-up peace signs were laid out next to her beautiful dress. Her enormous pink backback was stuffed with her Hello Kitty lunchbag, which in turn was stuffed with a cut up Kiwi and a cheese-stick. Every laid out Just So for the first day.
As we walked from our truck, across the parking lot and to the church that houses her (amazing) pre-school, she stopped and gasped.
Mommy!! Save it!!
About a foot into the parking lot was an earthworm that had obviously taken a wrong left turn at Albequerque. I stared at Evie, but I knew the deal. She wasn't budging unless that worm was in Safe Territory.
Seriously, picture us, all dressed up for the first day of school, other parents milling around us to get into the building, and I'm holding a fucking earthworm like a primevil academic sacrifice, placing it gently into the grass.
Jayne will be happy to know that I saved the worm. Again. Maybe it was a decendant of the fated Simsbury Worm, who knows?
Evie nodded her head, her part played in the drama, and proceeded to pose for pictures with her best friend on their way into the classroom. She looked beautiful and will no doubt excell. I, on the other hand, had to spend extra time scrubbing my hands before entering the classroom.