My Heroes Have Always Been Those In Underpants.

With regrets to Willie *Pothead*Nelson, but I couldn't resist the title. My heroes, like Willie's, have always been cowboys. Especially ones who look like they aren't trying to be cowboys. Oh, I dunno...maybe my hero looks something like this. Oh wait, he is PW's BIL. Oopps. Hehe. Just kidding. Of course, PDaddy is the only hero in my life. God Bless his sweet, patient, putting-up-with-me-heart.
So, speaking of heroes, I get this call from one of Jack's teachers today.
She says, "Have you seen Jack's GT project hanging in our hall?"
She is giggling.
My heart stops because...well...because I know Jack.
Jack who will surely get beat up one day because he doesn't know that you aren't supposed to tell people that you still sleep with your cuddly, stuffed crocodile at the age of 10.
Jack who hasn't figured out yet that you are supposed to be cool.
She goes on to tell me that the GT kids had to make projects that resembled newspaper articles about themselves. They also had to list who their #1 hero was.
"Do you know who he picked?" she asked.
Wait, lemme take a guess.
His mom?
No.
His daddy?
Good try, but no.
Michael Phelps? (You would think, right?)
No.
Who could it be?
His hero?
Who is Jack's hero?
Whose name is on display in the hallowed halls of 4th grade education?
Yeah, it's Captain Underpants.
Uh-huh.
Captain. Underpants.
Every other kid in the gifted/talented program of fourth grade had listed either mom or dad. How sweet for them.
Can I help it if my son is a Purple Potty People activist? Is it wrong to be concerned with their plight? Oh, maybe he won't win any awards for sentamentality.
No, definitely not that.

I met with Soph's teacher (& Soph) yesterday after school after which we rushed home to get changed for gym class. PDaddy took the kids to gym, and I stayed home and checked Jack's math and language homework, Sam's math, spelling, and reading homework, and Sophy's spelling homework. I had supper ready when the group made it home from gym, and we did a flurry of bath and homework/library book reading and threw everyone in bed. ((After meeting with Sophy's teacher yesterday after school, and Sam's teachers today after school, I can honestly say that I hope my children can get on the straight and narrow when it comes to their classroom issues. Ha. Sophy is doing well, but we're having to fine tune some issues of picking and choosing what she wants to do. Sam, on the other hand, is too busy building cities at his desk with his collection of pencils and block erasers to put his name on his paper, finish his assignments, or even to bring home the appropriate homework assignment and/or library book. )) We came home today and did practice spelling tests times 3, read 3 different library books, checked 3 math worksheets, and studied for 1 science test and 1 social studies test, and practiced capitalizing and punctuating sentences for a language quiz tomorrow. I swear to you I leave school only to come home and have.....well, school. Ha! 3 kiddos in grades 1-4 is quite an adventure in homework alone, but let's not forget the various discipline plans for each grade. I can't tell a warm fuzzy (Sam's homeroom teacher's behavior reward system) from a colored popsicle stick moving to a different pocket (Sophy's teacher's preferred method of class discipline.) At the moment, I'm trying to remember what 4th grade's conduct gimmick is, but I can't remember it for the life of me. See? I sat in a parent conference yesterday and referenced an incident from a totally different child's class, grade, assignment, etc. Oy! What can I say? My brain isn't big enough to keep up with 9 different teachers. NINE!!! Maybe that is why Jack's hero of choice is not his mom. Poor guy had to resort to the defeater of Great Granny Girdle and Boxer Boy. Who can compete with Tippy Tinkletrousers?
Not this mama.