I was about 15 cars back and watching the line to see the kids in their cute pajamas. Only, no one was wearing pajamas. After about the tenth kid, I began to panic.
Is was totally possible that I got the day wrong. My mind started racing from how fast could I go home and get back with real clothes, to how much this is going to cost me in therapy when he gets older. Five more cars unloaded and still no pajamas. Finally it was our turn and I was totally sweating. I was so embarrassed but I managed to ask, "Isn't today pajama day?"
Much to my relief they told me it was. I just happened to be behind a lot of 3 year olds and they weren't having Pajama Day today. My relief was palpable. It's not that I expect to remember everything or make life perfect for my kids, but come on, showing up to school as the only one in your pajamas would be pretty bad.
So here he is at the end of a great day.
From now on, I think I'll start writing stuff down.
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