Our school has a fundraiser every year that comes up with some pretty unique ways to get you to part with your cash. One is to buy a parking space right up front with a placard saying "blank" family parking only (insert winning name), so when you pick your kid up everyone gets to see who forked over $1,000+ to park up front.
Another item is principal for a day which let's the winning child walk around school all day pretending to give orders, or something like that. Besides getting to read the announcments on the loud speaker and other principal duties, the child gets to invite 4 friends to eat pizza in the faculty lounge.
One of Rocco's close friends is principal for the day today. Her parents bought it for her and bought the principal for a day for her older sister at the other school in our district. Some people have money to burn. Who am I to complain though? One, the money goes to a good cause... and two...
Rocco was one of the kids that she invited! Last night he said he wanted to dress fancy for the special lunch. I was baffled because he has nothing in said category. Before I could utter a word he stated he wanted a bow tie. That boy listens. He remembered all the attention little brother got from his bow tie. So late last night I was making a bow tie that hopefully would not garner snickers from the other kids at school today.
This is where the story may just melt your heart a teeny-tiny bit. The girl that invited him is genuinely a friend to him. She isn't told to hang out with the blind kid that is socially awkward. She also is one of the pretty girls in school. Well, that sounds creepy. She's in second grade. Maybe I should keep it at "she's so stinkin' cute". He's in love with her and has no idea what she looks like. I love that about him. The judgements he makes in life will never be based on people's appearances.
p.s. On a funny note, last night when I put the measuring tape around his neck to measure the right length for the bow tie, he got all excited and said "it fits!". In his defense I was using a fabric measuring tape, but I still laughed.