My sister and I used to love to go school supply shopping. We would get our list and get to pick the things that we wanted. Each year that went by was less and less exciting, because for some reason picking out a notebook at age 15 doesn't hold the same fascination as picking out a folder when you are 6.
That being said, I took Brooks yesterday to pick out his school supplies. He doesn't need a new backpack, he is going to use the same one as last year. Because of that, I did let him pick out a new lunch box. He doesn't have to know that the real reason is because I didn't like how the Bumblebee Transformer one from last year opened. (Don't tell him.)
He studied all of the lunch boxes, picking up several, and then put them back. He decided on a Disney Cars one. I reminded him that his back-pack is Cars as well, so he could have them both be the same or have something different from his back-pack. He studied and thought some more. He finally picks.....drum roll please..... a blue lunch sack. Just blue. Nothing on it. I said are you sure and he assured me he was.
So we get the other things on his list...
zippered pencil case...check
In some ways it was kind of sad. No cartoon character folder to pick out, since it wasn't on the list. No action figure notebook....again, not on the list. Everything on the list was straight forward, no real items to get to "choose" from. We left with, among other things, blue handled scissors, some crayons, and a BLUE lunch sack.
Tonight I go to the uniform consignment sale to get some school uniforms. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE THAT THEY WEAR UNIFORMS. It is so easy in the mornings and in my opinion Brooks looks cute in his. But my question is .....
"What happened to individuality?"