Dear God, Please Let Him Keep His Pants On

This, on the first day of school for my kindergartener, is my prayer.

Why, you may ask?

Fortunately or unfortunately, my husband and I are both funny, which means that our kids are funny – they get a kick out of getting a laugh.

In the case of my youngest, this means that in public places it’s totally acceptable to pull his pants down and say something akin to “Take a look at my pot-o-gold!”

So in the midst of other moms weeping at leaving their kindys for this first day of public school, I was fervently praying, “Dear God, please let him keep his pants on.” Then I went to the office to finish filling out his immunization record (yes, I know, I’m behind).

While I was sitting there, the only other mother who was NOT weeping came and sat down next to me and we started talking. Her kindy son and mine had hit it off at orientation the day before, so she told me she made sure that they were sitting together.

Youngest was nervous, so I profusely thanked her, telling her that I was also nervous, and about the whole pants issue. She laughed. “Usually,” she said, “my son says look at my chicken nuggets!”

I cracked up – my son may have found a kindred spirit on the first day. I’m just hoping that for the rest of the kindergarten year, both Youngest and his new friend keep their pants up.