Bittersweet: the adorable foreshadowing of adulthood. Today, I picked up O with G and he came out of the schoolyard door in tears. Beloved Mr. T had removed his outside privileges after O was mean to another child. I concurred with Mr. T, which launched wailing half the way home. When we got in the door, O said, “It was NOT a good day.”
I replied, “Was it maybe a good day till you pushed Dmitri?”
“No,” said O, “It started before that. I was NOT able to complete my picture for my portfolio. I was not allowed to open my jam at lunch. I could not find the book I had brought for show and tell.”
“Oh,” said I.
“THAT,” said O, “Was my day.”
I wanted to buy him a martini but he had no money and we don’t keep gin in the freezer. We settled on a fruit-juice-sweetened gummy bear. It was totally inadequate.