Goodbye Mr. T

On Saturday night Chad and I attended my work Christmas party. We had Chad's party the week before - a catered meal and tickets to the comedy club. Chad asked me who was paying for my Christmas party and I reminded him that I work in a school and taxpayers probably wouldn't foot the bill for going out to eat. "What about a teacher's union?" he asked. Really? Apparently he forgot my displeasure with the union beings I have to take unpaid days just to get my 6 weeks of maternity leave thanks to their contract negotations.

But enough of me complaining, right?! It was nice to go out together and hang out with my co-workers outside of school. The night included a white elephant gift exchange. While getting things ready in the nursery I ran across the Mr. T doll that Chad received in a family white elephant exchange several years ago. It felt like the right time to pass him on, and Chad was surprisingly OK with it. And the decision was confirmed the next day when I left Beckett and Mr. T in the same room and he came running out and wrapped himself around my leg. I couldn't figure out what was going on, but it became obvious that Beckett was terrified of Mr. T when he started yelping and scooting away when I set him on my bed next to Beckett's trains.

So now Mr. T has a new home with our school art teacher. Thanks for the memories Mr. T!

A yoga pose or asking "why me?"