"Guess where I am?" he said.
It turns out he was just leaving Joie's school after having lunch with her.
She forgot her lunch today, and called to see if he'd drop it off (not sure why she didn't just take school lunch for the day, but oh, well.)
If you've read this blog before you know Tim's stance on dropping things off at school if the kids forget... Usually it's a hard, "No." (Something about teaching responsibility... My stance is, "It depends," mostly because if the teaching responsibility technique worked, why do adults forget things? And are responsibility and memory really connected? ...Maybe all questions to ponder a different day.)
The good news for today was this:
In Joie's words, she was waiting for dad to come walking through the door with a brown bag and instead he came walking through the door with "a colorful looking bag that looked a lot like a McDonald's bag."
Dad scores. (And apparently, so did Joie.)
So I guess at the end of the day we're not teaching responsibility...because the lesson of the day would be if you forget your lunch you get McDonald's.
But when I heard Tim tell me what he did, I had tears in my eyes. I'd much rather teach love than responsibility, and I guarantee Joie will never forget the day Dad brought McDonald's to school.
(And speaking of adult memory, I'm happy to report that mine is working fine these days...no new incidents of missing keys since this day.)