I do not, right now, feel like walking a mile to the kid’s new school, in the rain, to finish enrolling him. It can wait until I have my car, right?
We’re literally right on the border of the school catchment area; if we lived on the other side of the street, he’d be in a different school. We’re pretty far from his school. Well, pretty far on little five year old just got a needle stuck in them legs, anyway.
