The kids walked into school today and were performing their daily “housekeeping” rituals of signing up for lunch, putting their snacks in their cubbies and winding up to kick the teacher’s @$$
I was standing near my paraprofessional, Mrs. KeepsMeOutOfTrouble, searching for a funny spin on the whole “my car is dead and needs a tow” story. Right after the words came out of my mouth, Travis turned to me and said,
"Hey! My mom’s car is dead! Now it’s at the drunkyard.”
I looked at Mrs. Keeps and whispered, “How ironic. That’s where I plan on going tonight.”
