Ezra started a new day camp this week and today was my first day of picking him up.
As I walked in, the room went quiet. All eyes (big and little) were on me. A teacher walked over to introduce herself after she saw that Ezra was beginning to gather his things. In the corner sat a small blond boy who had been staring at me intently the entire time. After closely examining me, he yelled “Teacher! Why is she so small? If she is somebody’s mommy why is she so little?”
Maybe it was the leggings stuffed in to the small cowboy boots I was wearing, or the Peppermint Patty side clip that kept my hair out of my face? Whatever it was, made this boy believe that I was 10 years old and that I didn’t have the right to be ”somebody’s mommy.”
The teacher, half embarrassed, explained to him that mommy’s come in different sizes.
We made our way out the door and Ezra, who is freakishly close to my size walks out and says “Well that boy was rude!”
“Maybe his mom is enormous,” I say. “Maybe he thinks that all mom’s should look the same.”
“I am glad that you are not an enormous mom.” Ezra exclaimed.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, because if you were, we wouldn’t be able to share T-shirts.”
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Plus you can kick a kid’s ass and it doesn’t really count as child abuse if you weigh the same as him. I’m pretty sure that’s a law or something.
Oh my. I’m going to submit this to Ed because Pez needs his own comic strip.
That was awesome! Love it, I’m still laughing!!
OMG, I am a little late in reading this but I absolutely love this story