It's "Spirit Week" at Noah's school, during which each day is assigned a "theme" for the students to dress up for.
Spirit Week has never been Noah's jam, historically speaking. It brings out all kinds of nerves and rigidity in him. So we've never pushed him to participate. Crazy Hat Day? No, thank you. Wear Pajamas To School Day? OH GOD OH NO OH GOD STOP NO. NO.
This year, though, he's been surprisingly flexible about it. He wore his school shirt on School Spirit Day. His football jersey on Sports Day. He even came up with his own take on Wacky Day that allowed him to technically participate without triggering his anxiety: He wore a pair of shorts that were one size too small.
"See, Mom?," he said proudly. "I look normal and like myself, but these shorts are a size seven. That's so silly. I'm so silly."
Today was Character Day. Dress up as your favorite character or hero from TV, movies, video games, books, etc. I figured Noah would prefer to sit this one out, since it veers so closely into full-on Halloween/costume territory.
I figured wrong, as usual.
He dressed up as — who else? — George Washington.
If anyone needs me, I'll be dead. Because I died. Because of the awesome.
Okay, I am not actually dead (SPOILER), but I do need to go now because Noah's class is having a "Poetry Cafe" this afternoon that I shall attend. Noah will be reading an original poem out loud, possibly (according to whispers I overheard at the breakfast table) a poem he wrote about me for Mother's Day.
So if anyone needs me after that, yeah, I will DEFINITELY be dead. There's just no surviving that.