May 5, 2010
Composition on wheels
This is what three lunch bags hanging from a stroller hook bouncing along the sidewalk into daycare looks like.
Not pictured: the baby inside the stroller (4 bottles, all mamamilk) gurgling and determinedly wiggling off his socks.
Not pictured: the two-year-old (cheese stick, applesauce, noodles, chicken nuggets, strawberries) screaming I a monkey OOH OOH AH AH, Mommy! from a crouched jump behind the bushes that line the sidewalk.
Not pictured: the four-year-old (noodles, clementine segmented and sanitized of strings, cheese squares and crackers, applesauce, chicken nuggets) lamenting why can't you find me a caterpillar like A's daddy found her a caterpillar?
Not pictured: the thought bubbles of all the other dropping-off parents, that in a school whose current enrollment is under 40, we're a veritable traveling circus coming up the walk.
And if they think that, they're right. And I love it.
