Jedi receives points at his school for good behavior. Since he saves most of his good behavior for school, he has a lot of these points accumulated. These can later be turned in to buy a conglomeration of items at their store. Everything from pencils to toys to shirts. Yes, shirts. Just random blue and yellow striped shirts. I know because this is what my son chose, then wore home, the week before last.
Then last Friday, upon bouncing off the bus, he urgently implores me to look in his backpack. He doesn’t want to wait the few steps until we get home, it must be now. So we take over someone’s driveway as he digs in his bag. Pulling out a ballcap.
A green-billed Kip’s Korner Chicken Ranch ballcap. To go with his shirt, I guess.
He proudly places it on his head, the size too big and his ears sticking out.
“You got a hat from the school store?”, the question was less about what I actually asked and more of a why? Why do you choose such peculiar things from the school store? If my hands weren’t all occupied holding onto Buzz and Abby’s stroller, I would have smacked one up to my forehead.
Then, as if it made perfect sense, he declares, “Yup! Now I’m Canadian!”.
I’m sorry to all my friends up north. I have no idea how he came to believe that you all wear chicken caps, but he didn’t get it from me.