And the award goes to…

K, one of my best friends for almost 15 years called me in tears yesterday afternoon. She was returning from picking up her 10-year-old son, G, from school.

“I just one the mother of the year award”

“K, what did you do?”

“I sent G with his paper bag lunch to school today… with a beer!”

“What?!?!? How did you send him to school with a beer?” I have begun laughing hysterically.

“Everyday I grab a bottle of water and a soda with him to school. Today I was in a hurry, didn’t look when I grabbed them, and just put them in his bag. He took it up and gave it to his teacher.”

At this point I’m rather impressed that a 10-year-old and his friends didn’t all go out to the playground and drink it.

She continued, “When I got to school to pick him up, the cool teacher came out and said that I had given them all a good laugh today. I had no idea what he was talking about, as one of G’s classmates came running around the corner yelling ‘You gave G beer!’ The teacher handed me his brown paper bag lunch with a beer in it. It was like he was some hobo or something! Oh my God, OC Girl, these kids are all going to think this is funny and go home and tell their parents! The parents are going to think I am the worst mother that has ever existed. I had to fight back scolding him for not just hiding it and putting it away in his backpack. And almost the worst part is that it was one of J’s (her fiancé) beers.”

J loves the cheapest piss water beer in existence… little G went to school with a Natural Ice in his paper bag lunch.

She cried. I, at this point, was crying as well, however through my laughter. I wasn’t helping the situation much.

I had to get off the phone. I was nearly peeing my pants…

Way to go… good parenting…