Well I have renewed faith in the young people of America via the young people of Southwestern Tennessee. Like a real champ, I rounded a corner too tightly and high-centered my minivan on a culvert when pulling in to the the parking lot on Olivia's first day of preschool. As a bonus, it was right in front of the drop off doors, so I got to make an awesome first-impression with several moms. One tire was spinning four inches above the ground and I was going nowhere without somebody with a truck and a winch.
I got out to peek under the car when, out of nowhere, there were suddenly 15 high school boys standing around my van. Their school books lay scattered on the ground and the macho guys declared, "We can totally lift this thing off of there." Then they just picked up my Mazda and made my troubles disappear. Turns out there is an auto shop class next to the pre-school. Not a bad place to make a dumb driving mistake. I tell you what, they are all getting warm chocolate chip cookies tomorrow morning.
Makes me happy when I get to witness kids being so darn great. Makes me hopeful that my girls just might have boys to date who will be kind and respectful and unselfish. Made a bad moment into a warm fuzzy.
Also, Olivia is in love with preschool. Along with her awesome teacher, she has seven sweet high school girls to shower her with attention for three hours, three days a week. Just what a 3rd child needs, and I am so happy for her.
But boy do I relish the days I get to keep her home with me. Here are my two homebodies whiling away a morning:
