Kiddo#2 said, “Remember the note you wrote last year, telling the teacher I had to go fight a turkey?”
We were at dinner. I paused, fork in midair, and said, “What?”
She laughed. “I don’t remember exactly what you wrote, but you said something about me having to go save Grandma and I had to do something to a turkey.”
I looked at my Patient Husband, who was giving me that tolerant “You should know better” look. This only intensified when Kiddo#2 added, “She hung it up on the wall for the rest of the year.”
That’s how it goes in this family. You need to write a note to the teacher excusing your daughter from school a day early so you can travel to eat turkey. Only that’s boring, so instead you think of a slightly more roundabout way to say the same thing.
I used to do that all the time on those dismissal books. I have to sign in and out of the school. I have to give a reason I’m there, a reason the kids are leaving early. So when my mother came to visit, I pulled Kiddo#1 from his second grade class that day and as the reason I wrote “Important meeting with the Italian Heritage Commission.” Medical visit? “Witch doctor.” Your name and whom you will be visiting? Duke Ellington, visiting Ella Fitzgerald.
And you know what? I’ve never been questioned. Not even once.
In this case, I’d written the Thanksgiving note and forgotten it, just another random act of satire, except Kiddo#2’s teacher must have loved it. Either that or she wanted to post a warning to others, and Kiddo#2 had never mentioned it.
As best as I can recall, the note went like this:
Dear Mrs. *****:
Please excuse Kiddo#2 from class on Wednesday, as her presence is urgently required on a matter of grave importance. Numerous family members are being held captive by a twenty-five pound turkey at an undisclosed location approximately five hundred miles away, and there they will have to remain until Kiddo#2 subdues the turkey. Thank you for your understanding.
All in a day’s work if life is a satire. For normal people, I guess it’s a bit odd. Go figure.