When Navy walked to the car after school, with her lunch bag in hand, I knew something was fishy.
When she got in, I told her to show me what was in it. I was sure she had a roly poly collection in there, or maybe a spider.
She was more hesitant than usual, so I insisted — with punishments attached if she didn’t show me quickly.
Can’t you just read “Uh Oh” on her face.
No biggie…just a dead bird.
When I made her wipe down her hands immediately, she said, “Mom, my hands are clean. I just used some books in my bag to pick it up.”
I made her wipe anyway.
Against most mom’s better judgement, I let her keep the bird.
Mostly, because the alternative was to chuck it out the window at school pick up.
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Update: The next day, Navy got in the car to tell me that someone came in the class and called her name. She thought she was in trouble, but then realized that they were just returning some books that were found in the bushes with her name on them. WHAT?! I assumed that she knew to use disposable stuff to get that bird. Little did I know that she was using her library and math book. And then left them! What a knucklehead.
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