I’m not sure I can ever face Brother’s teacher again.
Last week, Brother came home and told me that one of the Parent Helpers at school had thrown away his napkin at lunch because he got yogurt all over it. Bid deal, right?
Well, yes. Yes, it is.
Because this wasn’t a super absorbent Bounty we’re talking about here. It was a Fabkin. In an effort to be more green this year, I spent a ridiculous amount of money on the cutest ever little cloth napkins for the kids lunch boxes. Last week, someone tossed one in the trash because it had yogurt on it.
I’ll admit that when he told me, I probably had a look of
horror shock on my face. I may or may not have said, “She did what? Didn’t she realize that it was made of cloth? Didn’t she realize that I spent your college money on those napkins and they were supposed to be passed down one day to your own son? Why? WHY? WHY?”
Then, I composed myself and shrugged it off. No big deal. It’s just a napkin. JUST A NAPKIN.
I forgot all about it until he came home from school Tuesday. As I buckled him in, he said, “Oh, Mom. Mrs. B got my napkin back for you.”
“What do you mean, bud?”
“I told Mrs. B that you said she better get my napkin back out of that trash can.”
Feeling sheepish, I tried to backtrack. “Brother, I didn’t say that! It was no big deal, really.”
“Mom, YOU SAID. So, I told Mrs. B that you were mad and that you said she needed to get my napkin out of that trash can.”
Mrs. B is the sweetest lady and the best preschool teacher. I’m not just saying that because I feel like a huge jerk. She really is. I am so embarrassed that she now thinks I commanded her to dig through four days worth of trash to find a measly napkin. I’m hoping she’s forgotten all about it before we have our parent’s conference with her next week.