Loner?

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This is a picture I took of Snickers this morning for Instagram, to show how kitties are not supposed to behave when oatmeal is being eaten.  Note the shirt on my angel face’s body.

Sometime later, I glanced down from the loft/office while Noah was putting his shoes on and I noticed he was wearing a tank-top.  I thought to myself, “Why is he wearing jeans and a tank-top on a chilly California day?”  I didn’t ask him, because he’s 13, so…yeah.  I had completely forgotten that he had been wearing a different shirt just 15 minutes before.

A few minutes after I got home from dropping Noah at school I got a text from him (no, school had NOT started yet).

I can’t help it.  I found it hilarious.  Then I told Hot Joe about it.

Oh crap.  I hadn’t thought about that.  I called Beth for reassurrance that I wasn’t overacting and she told me to get to the school immediately.  I called the school and told them I didn’t think he could handle having to wear that shirt and she told me I could bring him a new one.  Then she asked his name, so she could call him to the office to wait for me.  “Noah Pugliano.”  I laughed when I hung up, thinking, “There’s no way they’re going to figure out Pugliano.”

I called Hot Joe on the way and I told him although I thought it was hilarious, in reality, that policy is kind of mean.  I mean  really mean, to make a kid walk around with a shirt that says he has no friends.  Then it hit me:  Loner means he has no friends.  Loaner means it’s a loaner shirt.  DUH!  Noah’s got us all worked up (nobody said HE was worked up, WE were the ones freaking out) that the whole school is going to call him a loner when really he’s just wearing a loaner.   Now I’m laughing, because we’re all totally worried about Noah being stressed out and maybe having an anxiety attack when really he just can’t spell.  He’s probably walking around school thinking he’s all cool.

I was looking at Instagram just now and Noah’s friend had posted a pic of Noah in his loaner shirt.  Sean’s description was classic.

When I kissed him goodbye and started to walk away from him this morning after dropping of his shirt, I told him, “You know you just wrote tonight’s blog, right?  Just wanted to be clear.”