I’m sitting here at my desk grumbling a little over the 11am meeting that was cancelled that I shuffled my whole morning around for, when the phone rings.
“Hello, this is Victor’s teacher at Preschool. And before I explain what happened, I just want you to know that Victor is just fine.”
I’ve started conversations on the phone with my mother like this before. Notably when I got into a car accident while interning at NATO in Brussels when I was 18. I called her and woke her up in the middle of the night going “Hi Mom, it’s me, I’m fine.” So of course she immediately sat up going “Oh my God! What’s wrong?”
Well, now it’s my moment. My heart kind of stopped and I took a deep breath while his teacher went on.
“Victor found a dead rat on the playground and Victor being Victor of course, he put its tail in his mouth.”
“Oh my God!” were the first words out of my mouth.
I’m now going twenty rounds between the school and the pediatrician’s office trying to figure out if we need to bring Vic in for testing, if we need to bring the rat in for testing, or if I just need to sternly remind my son, that we do not, under any circumstances, eat random dead animals off the ground.
As his teacher said, this is probably only the beginning of all the wonderful adventures Victor is going to get us into over the years to come.
My laughter right now is a little hysterical, but at least I can still laugh. For now.