Tomorrow, or so, school starts for my boys. One will be a big second grader, the other starts kindergarten.

So of course, tonite was “meet the teacher” night. Heh. Where we say such nice things to each other as “how nice to meet you!” and “I can’t wait to talk to you again!” This is, of course, before school actually starts and the teachers call Constantine to come deal with your children. On the first day.

Afterward, since they had been so well behaved (and really, they had been. Behaved.), we took the kids to Wings and Such. Where I proceeded to try and teach my two year old to read:

Me: (pointing at mirrored sign) “Coors. Light. Coors Light.”

Child: Whips her hands in the air, shouts “Go, Illini!”

Wife: “Honey, he’s just trying to sell you on weak beer since you’re his only daughter.”

Me: “Can I teach her the joke about intercourse in a canoe?”

Wife: “No.”

Kid: (hands up) “Go, Illini!”

Etc. School starts tomorrow, y’all.