spinthemoon (spinthemoon) wrote,

I have no idea where he gets it from

This year, The Boy is in fifth grade, which means he was able to join the Safety Patrol. The Safety Patrol works the drop-off and pick-up lanes before and after school, keeping people on the sidewalks, opening car doors, and generally assisting with crowd management.

I had no idea The Boy was even interested in Safety Patrol until he came home with the paperwork for us to sign. He takes it very seriously, especially the part about having to get to school early when he works the morning shift. So seriously that he decided he needed to ride a bike to school instead of walking, so he could get there faster.

Of course, this means that he also has to ride a bike home in the evenings. After school he goes to my mom's house, which is across the street from the school. Before he started riding a bike, she would drive him home. The whole two and a half blocks. Yes, the same woman who let me walk a mile to and from school each way won't let my child walk two and a half blocks. It's a grandmother thing, apparently.

The bike thing didn't sit well with her, because...grandmother thing. She called me a couple of weeks ago to tell me that once we set the clocks back, The Boy wouldn't be able to ride his bike home, because it would be dark.

We got him a headlight and reflectors, I told her. She made a disapproving noise. He rides on the sidewalk, I reminded her. She tut-tutted in response. We'll see, she finally snipped.

Monday - the first school day after we fell back - The Boy rode his bike to school as usual. And rode it home. With my mother following him in the car.

The Boy took it in stride. And, as he pulled into our driveway, he turned to her car and yelled, For the last time, Lady, no I do not want any candy!
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