I just went to register LilZ for after-school care. I thought it would be a quick, fill out a few forms, sign a few permission slips, and we’re outta there, type of experience.
Nope. There turned out to be about ninety million forms AND THREE of them need to be winessed and signed by a freakin’ notary republic. I didn’t even have to do that to get him registered for SCHOOL and this is just after-school care.
Then, LilZ and I were going through the papers and it turns out there’s a “dress code” where they lay down the law regarding short skirts, cigarette t-shirts, and exposed underwear. LilZ was all, “Mom. There’s a DRESS CODE.” Of course, he doesn’t even OWN anything that would go against the dress code, but just the IDEA of it offended the rebel in him.
(I didn’t mention to him that it offended the rebel in me, too)
I guess this is what we get for moving to an area where the only after-school program is at the local fundamentalist Christian church. I’m thinking LilZ shouldn’t mention the p3nis enlargement ads to this group.