We were running late picking Carter up for Kindergarten today. As we were hurrying out of the car and across the road to where we pick up the kids I noticed that Clay had brought with him a toy gun.
Now, it's very obviously a toy gun, it looks very much like this:
At first I thought nothing of it because...whatever, the boys are rarely without some sort of weapon. But then I was like, "OH MY GOD, WE ARE AT A SCHOOL AND MY SON HAS A TOY GUN AND WE ARE ALL ABOUT TO BE ARRESTED HERE."
So before I could have any sort of rational thought I grabbed it from him and SHOVED IT INTO MY PULLOVER. Because that was also a super smart move. Then, I was all paranoid because what if someone saw me slip a GUN into my jacket. What if they didn't see the orange tip? What if they thought I was concealing a real weapon. OHGODWEAREINFORITNOW.
This whole time, we are walking briskly towards the playground to where we pick up the kids and I
might have been able to run the gun back to the van. But we were late. They were already releasing kids. Aaaah! I didn't have time to think of turning around to put the gun back into the van. I
only had time to continue jogging towards the school in my black hoodie with a gun hidden underneath it and freak out about the situation at hand.
The next big question was, "Oh crap! What if it falls out of my jacket? Then I look even MORE suspicious because who conceals a toy gun?"
I didn't chit chat with my friends this afternoon at pickup. I grabbed Carter and high tailed it out of there.
LESSON LEARNED.
