During the Morning Scramble* of getting the kids off to school, my daughter stated that scarfs were no longer allowed to be worn. At the time I was in the ‘oh, okay, then pack the gaiter’ mode without even thinking about the impact of the statement. Especially when she rambled on about the tragedies of the playground and how Hannah was being such a pest. She’s my daughter, of course she’s going to ramble.
As the day progressed, I thought about the incident and I tried very hard not to let it or the implications of that simple ‘rule’ trouble me. But it did and there was nothing I could do about it. In the midst of the parental panic, fast-forwarding about what everything was coming to I, of course, wondered how the hell Randy’s mother ( from The Christmas Story ) would respond.
