Middle son asked permission to join the art club, which will also meet Wednesdays after school, beginning in a few weeks. They have no late bus from the elementary school, so if hubby can't pick him up at 4:30, he has our permission to walk home (about a 15-20 minute stroll, crossing only one secondary road at a traffic light). Not sure whether that will fly with the school administration, but if it doesn't we can ask Grandma to head over to fetch him. It is indeed nice to have Grandma three miles away, but we can't impose too much because she also has a full time job...luckily she quits for the day at 4:00. Our little art enthusiast is excited that he and the other club members will be making decorations for the fall and spring musical concerts, among other special events. So Mom can take pictures of her bass clarinetist along with his art work in the background. What could be nicer?
This club experience also brought forth a charming expression of brotherly love yesterday afternoon. I called home to see how my fifth grader was doing, because he was home by himself for a little while until his brother came home from Math Club. However, at 4:45, brother had still not shown up...about half an hour overdue. It might have been heightened by anxiety of being home alone, but younger brother was quite concerned about his "missing" older brother, and was quite relieved at 5:00 when he finally walked through the door. It turns out that a clueless bus driver had to go through his route twice because he missed several stops, and our kid had the misfortune of being the last one left riding. I took him aside and told him that his brother was genuinely worried, and he seemed pleased in his somewhat smug and superior style. Those two didn't fight at all last night. Sigh. Swoon.
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