On Monday morning I strolled into the kitchen, stopping to snatch a bottled water for my drive to work.
“Don’t you guys have school today?!” I asked our TV zombified kids. No answer. They were maintaining just enough human locomotion to scarf breakfast cereal. “HEY!” I snapped. “You’ve got school in five minutes! What’s with the pajamas?”
“Oh! It’s pajama day!” said my daughter.
“What the…? Are the teachers gonna wear pajamas too?” I wondered. This certainly didn’t seem like a good life preparation skill.
The next morning both kids were dressed like they’d picked their clothes from an abandoned “Cirqu du Soleil” costume pile. “It’s ‘crazy dress up day’ Dad.”
“Are you still having math class?”
“Yes…and tomorrow is beach day, the next day is twin day and Friday is, uhhhhmmmm…I don’t know what Friday is…oh yeah! It’s Jersey day!”
“You mean ‘New Jersey’ day?” That earned me a pre-teen young girl smirk and an eye roll. “NOT!” she replied.
At first I thought I should be upset by this nonsense, but I can’t complain about their grades. Their homework and tests also are pretty thorough. And since my son often cites articles from the U.S. penal code to ward off punishment, I guess they’re learning something. In my day we wore black shoes, grey slacks, a white shirt and a blue tie, which doubled as our punch ball outfit during recess. I guess you can say I was jealous.
Anyway, times certainly have changed. Oh, can’t wait for work tomorrow! It’s Victoria’s Secret Day!