Sean's chair came yesterday! Each of the older kids has a little chair that is soft and snuggly, big yet portable, and Sean is getting his for his first birthday. (Wow! It seems so strange to be thinking about Sean's First Birthday. Where did the time go?)
Sure, sure, he won't be 1 until mid-June, but sometimes there's a backlog at Pottery Barn and I wanted to make good and sure he had his chair in time. And also, I had a gift card that was about to expire, and I wanted the chair to be pretty much almost free. :o)
So it arrived yesterday, in a big enormous box, which the delivery peopleguy stashed by our garage, a little bit behind our garbage can. I saw it when we returned from soccer yesterday but got busy and it wasn't until Brendan got home that I remembered to bring it in. I picked up the box and Brendan glanced at the side facing him and said, "Um, Jenn? Do you see what is written here?"
In large letters that take up the entire side of the box (which is probably 2.5' x 2.5' x 2.5'), two very un-nice words were scrawled. In adult handwriting. Two words I don't believe either of my kids or their friends would know exactly how to write (the first word was "DUMB" and I know nobody would have put that 'B' on there). Plus, it is definitely NOT kid penmanship. High school/middle school kid maybe, but then . . . why?
So, what the? The words are written over the packing tape, so I don't really think I can blame Pottery Barn. They were written on the side facing away from us, not on that portion of the box not obscured by the garbage can, so I can't think it was meant for display to the neighborhood.
It's just a weird little thing, one that I'm likely to forget all about, so that's part of the reason I'm writing about it. So if something else like that happens again to us or our neighbors, then, you know, we'll remember.
And now I'm going to proceed with my regularly scheduled Friday! Garage sale tomorrow--I've got tons o'crap I need to get rid of. Wanna come and take some of it off my hands?