How’d I get so lucky to get such a sweet little boy

Caleb has a field trip tomorrow. They are going to Texas Roadhouse to learn about, umm…I’m really not sure. I guess they get to tour the kitchen and then get to eat lunch in the restaurant.

I volunteered to chaperon, but only five parents per classroom are allowed to go. Caleb’s teacher told us if more than five parents volunteered she’s just pull names out of a hat. Apparently a lot of parents sent the form back in because it came down to drawing names. And my name wasn’t drawn.

Honestly I was a little upset about it. I go to all of the kids’ field trips. I hate missing this one. But, like I’m always telling the kids, I have to share. Other parents get to go this time. I’ll get to go next time.

But telling Caleb we had to share wasn’t going over very well. He couldn’t understand why I can’t come with him on his field trip. He said, “Did you fill out that yellow form?” I said, “Yes honey, but only five parents can go and other parents were chosen.” That wasn’t good enough for him.

As I was tucking him to bed he started crying. “You can still come. Just come with me,” he sobbed. It broke my heart. I explained that we need to take turns and this time isn’t my turn. He kind of understood that, but he still wanted me to come. So I promised him Dad and I would take him to Texas Roadhouse sometimes, just the three of us. He was still sad I didn’t get to come with him on his field trip, but that satisfied him enough that he wiped away his tears.

Kids are so darn sweet.

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