Thursday, January 29, 2009
The Matron is sort of a Burt's Bees kinda girl, and by extension, so is the family.
After school today, the Matron noticed -- sort of out of the corner of her eye and in the midst of a frenetic Thursday shuffle -- Merrick diligently applying balm to lovely lip. He had the stash in his pocket and seemed to take particular joy in Application.
Belatedly, through the fog that is "Essays are Due this Week and America is Illiterate," the Matron noticed that Merrick was pulling this from his pocket:
The Matron hasn't purchased one of these since Oprah warned of its dangers. Really.
The following dialogue ensued.
Matron: "Merrick? Did I give you that lip balm?"
Matron: "Where did you get that?"
Merrick (taking said item from pocket and applying liberal swipe across lips): "I found it on the pwaygwound. In the snow."
So much for washing your hands after you pee.