It’s too nice of a day to play inside, I thought, as Marc and his friend Angel returned from school and ran up the stairs to Marc’s bedroom. They were both quiet so I figured that I would give them a little time inside before I suggested they make the best of the nice weather and find an outdoor activity.
I was busy cleaning up the kitchen when Marc entered the room with Angel in tow.
“Mom,” Marc called as he extended his right arm and motioned to hand me what appeared to be Angel’s cell phone. “Can you talk to this lady?”
I was a bit caught off guard, not knowing who was on the phone or what I needed to speak to them about.
“Hurry up mom, she’s waiting.” Marc said urgently while moving the phone closer to my ear.
Perplexed, I managed a brief “Hello.”
“Ma’am, was that your son I was just speaking with?” the woman on the phone inquired.
“Yes.” I replied, as I glanced around noticing that both Marc and his friend had left the room. Just great, I thought. I still had no idea about the nature of the phone call.
The woman continued, “Your son, I have to say, is very intelligent and very well spoken…and I do realize that assigned seating on the bus is a very big deal to a fifth grader…but here at the State of Connecticut Legal Department, well, we don’t handle those issues.”
Shocked, I managed a brief, “I understand.” in response.
“Now, you can certainly take the bus seating issue to the principal or to the superintendent, or the board of education if you are unable to get any satisfaction otherwise…” I heard her say, while I contemplated how I even ended up taking part in this conversation.
“Yes, I understand. ” I mumbled.
Before hanging up, the woman added with a laugh, “You have quite a little boy.”
“I know, thank you.” I said before saying goodbye.
I walked to the foot of that stairs and yelled Marc’s name. Before Marc even reached the bottom he had a flurry of questions…
“So, what did she say? Do we still have to have assigned seats on the bus? Can I sit next to Angel now?”
While Marc was excitedly awaiting my reply I said, ” Marc, I have one question…why in the world would you call the Connecticut State Legal Department, on Capitol Hill in Hartford, to complain about seating on your school bus?”
“Well mom, it’s not fair for them to tell us where we have to sit on the bus,” Marc began, “And I just want to sit next to Angel…so I figured I’d start at the TOP.”
“Marc, the lady said we have to call the school,” I stated, “And don’t ever hand me a phone again without telling me who I’m speaking to.”
“Okay, Mom.” Marc said, “I’m sorry.”
The door slammed as they went outside to play and I had to laugh out loud.
That’s my boy.