Teacher: “Mischief is my game.” That must be a hand-me-down passed down from one brother to another.
Me: It should have been.
I walked away with another mom and turned the corner. Our youngests were just a month a part, and they were both riding our hips.
Other mom: It’s a new shirt.
Other mom: I could tell. It doesn’t look worn. You’re so lucky, Tornado A! A new shirt! J gets a lot of hand-me-downs too. The poor youngest.
J was in Tornado S’s class. L was in Tornado E’s kindergarten class. The other mom had a girl older than L, and her youngest was also a girl.
Me: I know. I feel so bad. I had to buy him new shirts to offset all the old ones he gets. I went through Tornado S’s shirts to take out all the 4s. Apparently he worse the same seven shirts because those were destroyed.
Other Mom: L destroys shirts too.
Me: But I found a few shirts with tags on them.
Other Mom: Score.
Me: I know! Our poor hand-me-down children.
Other Mom: Life is rough on the youngest.