We Don't Need No Education

The Child was very excited to assist me in flouting all the dress code rules: big earrings, nail polish (black), dark lipstick, shirt not tucked in, socks not in school colors and which don't cover my ankle bones. And of course, I was chewing gum. She also thought it was pretty funny that we were in matching clothes, except of course, she wasn't breaking any rules.

I had every intention of going into school. My goal was to get into trouble with the principal. But when we got there I thought it should be cleared one more time with The Child.

"Is this going to embarrass you?"

"No! I think it's cool".

So cool in fact, that she wanted me to come up to her class. Which I did (because let's face it, all too soon this is exactly the sort of thing that will humilate her and ruin her life).

"Good morning, Mr. D.", I said, in my best Brooklyn accent. (Why? I don't know. It seemed tough). "I'm you're new student".

He smiled (he's really, really cute, btw) and said, "Yes, I've heard about you".

Then I fixed the class with a look and said, "This is what not to wear", wished them a happy Halloween and went down to the office where, after they recovered from laughter, I was given detention.