I didn't descend upon his book bag like a ravenous vulture on the last day of school, although he told me that he had brought the entire contents of his desk home in it. No, I waited, in the shadows like a stealthy thief until he was properly distracted before I dove in.
There were math workbooks. There were science packets. There were sheet upon sheet of (gasp!) actual completed work from the last few weeks of school. There was a handwriting notebook, and an invitation to a 5th Grade Graduation Party for next week - I wonder how long that would have remained in there, ignored?
There were gadgets and do-dads. There were smelly pencils and erasers in the shapes of undersea creatures purchased at the school store without my knowledge.
And then there was the JOURNAL. The journal was filled in after each weekend as a writing prompt and an I-need-you-to-be-quiet-right-now activity while the teacher organized all that needed organizing on those chaotic Monday mornings.
Most of McRae's journal entries read like this: Saturday was awesome! We had a barbeque and my friend and I battled on Super Mario Sunshine. I won. Then, I took my dog for a walk and he got really dirty in a mudpuddle. Oh well! That was my excellent Saturday!
As I skimmed his journal entries, looking for the word "mom," something caught me eye. Something in parentheses (who knew that he would have an affinity for using those, it's a mystery).
Sunday was fun too. It was Easter Sunday! The Easter Bunny (my mom) didn't hide eggs though. I think it was because of the dog. But, I got lots of stuff like Legos, chocolate, that kind of stuff. And those were cool. So you can see, that was my fun Easter.
What? He knows that I am the Easter Bunny? How did that happen?
More importantly, what else does he know about?