(door bell way too early, collective household bedhead and pajamas)
Me: (pouring coffee) Hank, push the button.
Hank: I’m pushing the button, but I can’t open the door. I am in my cuecas (underwear).
Pai: Can someone get the door? I am in the shower.
Molly: DANÇA (Dance)! (boogieing down to kids music)
Me: (lumbering to the door, large coffee cup, meeting the mail carrier) Bom dia, minha! Tás bem? (Good morning, young lady. You good?)
Mail Carrier: Estou. Tenho livros de teu filho. Desculpe a caixa é pesada. Pode? (I am. I have the books for your son. Sorry the box is heavy. Can you?)
Me: (taking the heavy box from here and placing it on the floor) Pode, amiga! Obrigada. (I can, friend! Thank you)
Mail Carrier: Bem. Assine aqui e… (Good. Sign here and…)
Mail Carrier: Bom fim de semana! (Have a good weekend)
Me: Igualmente (Same)
Mail Carrier: (catching the elevator)
Me: (closing the door) HANK!
Molly: DANÇA! (Dance!)
Hank: Is it for me?
Me: It’s your books, buddy.
Hank: REALLY, can I open it?
Me: I’ll get the scissors.
Molly: DANÇA! (Dance!!!)
Hank: (trying to force the box open)
Me: Tem calma (calm down).
Hank: I am so excited.
Me: (successfully opening the box)
Hank: Oh, wow! Look, they say 4th grade on them. (hugging a shrink wrapped package of books to his chest) I am going to be in 4th grade.
Me: I can hardly believe it. I am so excited for you.
Hank: A whole new year. The last year at my school. I get my same teacher again. And today I will go through my pencil case and see what I need.
Me: I hated school, but I loved school supplies. I still love school supplies.
Hank: I don’t hate school, but I love school supplies.
Me: Shall we go to Staples today and browse?
Hank: I don’t have my list of things I need yet from my teacher.
Me: We don’t have to let that stop us. We can breathe in the smell of fresh, never used notebooks and see what’s new in the pen section.
Hank: I love the smell of new notebooks. How did you know that?
Me: Name five people who don’t love that smell.
Hank: Mama, for now you are my person. Someday I will meet a person I love and they will be my person but right now you are my person. You get me. I love you.
Me: Thank you for being my best boy.
Hank: 4TH GRADE!
Molly: DANÇA! (Dance)
Hank: (getting up to celebrate with his dance happy sister) Dança (dance)!
Me: (celebrating by sipping my coffee, smiling at my dancing babes)