Tolly's Cronies

Ptolemy has come up with a new routine.  Get the kids off to school and then say, "Wet's go get Abe and Esmae!"  I tell him every day that Esmae went to school and he says, with an outraged face, "Again!?!?"  Yesterday we had Abe and Isaac come over to play so I could concentrate on my new part-time job:  reading disclosures and paying school fees online.  Between all the kids, we have 21 teachers, and ya, I read all the stuff they send home.  Incidentally, I have only ever read one disclosure that didn't have typos and/or spelling and grammar errors.  Ruby's Honors English disclosure said, "Higher standards are expected of honor's students."  Oh. My. Gosh!!!  Does anyone care about grammar anymore?  (The one disclosure that was perfect was from the Honors English team at the high school.)  I think I missed my calling as an editor, but I'm doing fine as a really annoying parent who reads and annotates disclosures with a red pen.

Anyway, Ptolemy and his cronies are blissfully unaware of disclosure statements and superfluous apostrophes.  They wandered the field looking for deer poop, they ate cheese, they gathered acorns.  They would make great squirrels!  I love having a bunch of three-year-olds.  If I told them not to do something, Abe would say, "Well, Ptolemy 'tarted it!"  It was so adorable, I started thinking of things to say no to, just to hear Abe blame the whole thing on Ptolemy.  Things went well until Tolly got frustrated.  He said, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarg.  Isaac won't mind me!"  I tried to explain that his friends don't have to obey him, but people not responding to Ptolemy's commands was a concept that was way over his head.

When the friends went home, Ptolemy made "a shoot gun for you and a shoot gun for me" out of Legos.  Then I had to spend the rest of the afternoon making shooting noises while pointing a stack of Legos at Ptolemy with one hand, emailing band parents with the other hand and feeding Tziporah with the other hand.  Oh wait, that's three hands.

My point exactly.  Which is why Ptolemy needs his cronies.

My new system of organization.  Let's see how long it lasts.  Probably until Ptolemy and his friends erase the whole thing.  I can see it now:  "Well, Ptolemy 'tarted it!"  hee heee....