I do not like to check the box,
I do not think they’ve had the pox.

I will not bus them here or there,
I will walk them everywhere.

I do not like green forms and spam,
I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.

One school year is winding down, another is spinning up. Tis the season of application packets. And we aren’t even applying for colleges yet. Old school exit forms. New school entrance forms. Allergy lists. Pink sheets, blue sheets, yellow sheets, food sheets.

Wolfie’s very first daycare was a stroke of unbelievable luck. One daycare had shut down and another opened in its place. He was their only infant until he was 9 months old. But when he moved to the bigger kids room, their catered in menu featured pizza twice a week.

Helvi’s possibly changing daycares in a few months, and they have a catered in lunch instead of a full kitchen. And pizza twice a week. I don’t mind pizza, but twice a week this young is a bit much. I’d almost prefer bread pumped with HFCS and “jelly” food liberally laced with HFCS to pizza twice a week. Seriously.

Be that as it may, forms, forms, and more forms. Identification numbers. Pick-up passwords. Medical records. Afterschool contingency plans. Emergency pickup lists. PTA and phone trees. Soccer and teeball and swim class, oh my!

One question on these many applications and forms gave me pause …

Is the STUDENT WHO IS ENROLLING IN THIS SCHOOL a single parent?

Emphasis and capitalization theirs. Considering we’re moving Wolfie to a new school to continue his ELEMENTARY-LEVEL education (emphasis mine), I’d hope that there are no forms in this school’s file marked “Yes”. But since it is emphasized, I guess some people end up filling this county-wide school district form out more than once to get it right. Or accurately for high school. I’m glad I’ve got the time to do it leisurely instead of having to do it on a rushed lunch break.

But if Wolfie comes home from elementary school with a baby of his own … at least I’ve still got some bitty baby clothdiapers in the kids’ memory boxes. He can use them to fan me back to consciousness. I know kids start early, but I hope not quite that early.