The child who usually has no interest at all in back-to-school related mail perked up a bit at the invitation with his name on it to become a safety. You would have thought an owl delivered it.
Official training was yesterday. And, though he was slightly disappointed that it wasn’t exactly what he was picturing (he had imagined training on fighting an evil robot by jumping over desks and pushing the teacher aside to safety), he was pretty pumped to already get put to work at new student orientation yesterday.
Check this man, out, ya’ll.
And, given how things seem to roll around here, we may just need a member of the safety squad in our own home.
He’s so proud. I’m so proud. I will curse anyone who reminds me that he is starting his last year of elementary school. Just want to make that clear.
