This morning, in our usual Friday morning rush (okay, every weekday morning rush), I forgot it was Western Day for Kindergarten.  I remembered it at 7:58am, as we came screeching up in front the school and Matthew said “Look at that hat that boy is wearing!”  Oops. (“Bad mommy!  Bad mommy!” the voice in my head starts chanting.)  I looked at the clock and even on my best day, knew I couldn’t make it home and back in two minutes. So I did the only thing I knew to do.  I confessed.

“Matthew, honey, I’m so sorry.  Today is Western Day for the Kindergarten and I forgot.  Will you please forgive me?”

“Sure, Mommy.  I just wish I had known so I could have worn my cowboy hat.”

Then all of the sudden, Peter jumped up and said “Cowboy hat!  Cowboy hat!  I have a cowboy hat!  I carry an extra one in my backpack!”  Then he reached into his backpack and – I kid you not – PULLED OUT A COWBOY HAT!  I seriously didn’t know what to say.  I was laughing too hard to speak anyway.

Here is a picture of the very cowboy hat Matthew wore to school today, back when it was fresh and new and…um, not crushed from being inside a backpack.

Peter & Matthew