POLE Dancer
Yesterday evening as I walk the long halls of Greenland Pines Elementary to pick up Xaine I was greeted by one of the After School Program directors who says calmly “Mr. Evans, Xaine is fine…” (While somewhat reassuring, words like these still invoke a
surge of protective parental emotions) “What Happened?” I inquire. “Well, he has a good size bump … he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and walked right into a POLE”. (Internal dialog “He walked into a POLE?”) Mere moments later my little man rounds the corner with an ice pack held to his newly acquired right brow bump. “My poor Baboo” I get down to his level, gave him a big hug and a magic kiss on his booboo… and then…… (Here is where you leap forward through time with us… feel free to insert at this point any special effect or theme music you desire)
Today, on one of the never ending conference calls in my daily schedule I notice a local number on my display. As the red light illuminates (indicating a message has been left) an unsettling feeling overtakes. So I drop my conference, access my mailbox and hear “Mr. Evans... this is Mrs. Sisbarro (Xaine’s Teacher) I need you to call me back…..” Wasting no time
I return the call. Upon answering she says calmly “Mr. Evans, Xaine is fine…” (What is it with everyone thinking those words are so comforting?) “What Happened?” I inquire… “Well, he has a good size bump … he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings and walked right into a POLE”. (Um... anyone else having the same sense of déjà vu?) Unsure if I’m in a bad Groundhog Day remake I respond “I’m sorry… did you say he walked into a POLE … TODAY?” “Yes Mr. Evans…” was the response I received. So a short drive later I find myself picking up my right brow bump, newly left side forehead lump sporting, ever so observant… POLE Dancer.
Xaine, if the past two days are any foreshadowing as to the career you may be leaning towards… Please work on an awareness of your surrounding prior to shaking your Bonbon… (I’ll give you my change belt when you are older)
12 comments:
Poor little guy! Somebody was a little distracted.... girlfriend? not enough to eat? another kid daring him to walk into a pole? ...twice!
well there is so many things to take in when your 5 right? haha
OUCH! Xaine you should stick with karate, and leave the "pole dancing" for Dadoo!
Love and Miss Both Of You!:)
Mr. Xaine, should your Auntie Pasto purchase a helmet of some kind for you to where? Justin use to hit corners on all the walls in the house and frequently sported bumps.
Please stay away from poles.
Love and miss you guys,
Auntie Pasto
Oops, change the "where" to "wear".
Auntie Pasto
xainers that looks like it hurts!!! but don't worry chicks dig it.. i love you boys so much and please be careful...
I think every male child should be required to wear helmets, knee pads, and elbow pads till they are at least 12. We go through ice pack at my house like we do toilet paper. I also have a girl who is pretty convinced she is one of the boys so she is included!!!
Oh my hell! Poor kid! Those bumps do not look pleasant at all. I hope he is doing better! I agree with Chan..helmets for boys should be required! Miss and love you guys..
Helmets are for Sissys Chan! We didn't have helmets when we were kids and I turned out ok.....Well....Maybe....Way to go Xaine, Rub some dirt in it you'll be OK!
Randy, I was there for a good amount of you, Tony, and Ryan's bumps and bruises. The world would have been safer if you were padded!
You gotta watch that first step,it's a real doozy!!! Open your EYES!!!
Ivie told me last night that she ran into a pole at school. Must be something in the air! Love you guys!!
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