My younger son rides his bike to middle school every morning. The routine is, he tells me he's going to leave, opens the garage door, and rides his bike out, and I close the garage door once he's on his way. This morning I glanced at his head, making sure he had his helmet on (he always does but I feel the need to check anyways), and I closed the door. I went back into the kitchen and started cleaning up the dishes.
Ten minutes later, I went into the other room to get something and sitting on the table was his backpack.
Hmm. I noticed he had his helmet on, but failed to see that he'd left his backpack at home. Evidently he was so anxious to get to school that he failed to notice he'd left his backpack at home.
Phone rang seconds later.
"Hi Mom. Guess what?"
"You forgot your backpack?"
"Yeah!" he replied, laughing.
"I'll drive it over now."
I know some moms who would be grousing about this, but I found the whole thing quite endearing. You've gotta love boys at this age.
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