An Interesting Morning

This morning my 10-year-old daughter left for school without her homework, so I figured I'd be a good sport and bring it to her. I didn't have to look in a mirror to know I had that just-rolled-out-of-bed look. But since I'm not vain (ha, ha) I quickly threw on some gym clothes from a heaping pile in my closet and hopped in the car.

5 minutes later I was in the school office, and the lovely lady behind the desk assured me that Korina would soon have her homework. Mission accomplished, I needed to high-tail it out of there before anyone else saw me. But then she began telling me that her 14-year-old daughter read Brothers twice over the summer and loved it!

I was flattered, and stunned. At Korina's school I'm not a writer, I'm just one of the moms. Anyway, we talked for a while and I told her I'd be happy to sign her daughter's book. Afterward I was feeling pretty good about life in general, but when I got to my car I looked down and saw a large, neon-orange tomato sauce stain in the center of my T-shirt. Nice. Oh well ...