And this is why triplets are confusing
Over the weekend, I got an email from another mom in Oliver’s class, asking for volunteers to bring snacks for the class. I signed up to bring Monday (today)’s snacks. Went to the store yesterday, asked Linus what he wanted me to bring, and got it all ready.
Yeah, that’s right. I asked Linus. Because Oliver has Linus’s old teacher. So while I was picturing Oliver’s teacher, I was putting Linus back in her class. So when Linus’s assistant teacher helped unload the kids at dropoff, I asked her to take the snacks to class for me. She seemed a tad confused, saying that another child’s mom was supposed to be bringing the snacks. I confidently told her that no, I was bringing them today.
After I drove off, I had to pull over so I could double check that I was sending the snacks to the right class. Alas, I was not. So I emailed everyone involved and texted the teacher and hopefully Oliver’s class won’t be snackless today while Linus’s class gorges on grapes, pretzels, and whatever Tavie’s mom is bringing.