A Superhero Backpack By Any Other Name
I spent the better part of Saturday afternoon shopping for school supplies with the kids. Excruciating is the closest word that even hints at how painful the experience was. Is it just me or have the required school supplies gotten just a bit too specific? I mean, seriously. Glue sticks 0.74 ounces, white only. There is no such thing!! It’s all disappearing purple or some weird greenish looking crap.
1 package of Crayola markers. 8 count. Primary colors.
They come in a ten pack! There are no 8 packs. It’s ten or twenty four. No eights!
A 1 subject, wide-ruled, spiral bound notebook. Yellow.
“Why yellow?”
“I don’t know why it has to be yellow. They didn’t give an explanation as to why it had to be yellow, only that it had to be yellow.”
“Why not blue?”
“Because it says YELLOW!”
“Why couldn’t it be green?”
“IT. HAS. TO. BE. YELLOW.”
And so it went–for each item on each of the three lists. Fortunately the twins, who will begin their matriculation with preschool two days a week, need only a backpack. Easy enough.
Initially, Zander had his sights on a brownish colored camo looking bag. Zella, a black and white one. They seemed happy but I knew there had to be other options. We made our way to the other side of the store where we found exactly what we were looking for. Almost.
The kids were so excited about their new backpacks that they could hardly stand themselves. They are ready to begin classes tomorrow. We rushed home to show Mommy our purchases.
Zander was literally screaming for Mommy to look at his brand new, red, Spider-Man backpack. On cue, Maura oohed and ahhed.
Then Zella almost equally as excited showed Mommy her brand new, blue, Spider-Man backpack. Maura almost died laughing and looked immediately in my direction asking, “why in the world would you get her a Spider-Man backpack?”
“Because I couldn’t find a Batman!”
