I was walking youngest daughter down the hall to her classroom today when we heard her being paged over the intercom system to come down to the office.
This is an unusual occurrence and I guess my eight year old panicked.
She turned to me, grabbed my hand and demanded that I go with her.
She then turned to me and said, "If I'm in trouble, it's all your fault."
Yep. I am to blame for everything.
It turned out that she was being paged to pick up her physical education sweatshirt that she had left in the school change room yesterday.
So, I guess it was my fault that she got called to the office. I was the one, after all, that put her name on it.