“Little Eli, right?” The woman at the front desk grins. “We’ve got his registration papers right here. So thrilled to have you joinour little family here.”
I spend a couple of minutes filling in everything—birth date, allergies, family details. I write my contact information on the“Parent/Guardian #1” field.
The second one, I leave empty.
Instead, I add Kallie and Reese’s contact info under “Others.” I tick the box for pick-up so they’ll be allowed to bring himhome if I can’t. After a moment’s hesitation, I also add Tamara’s name, just to be safe.
On the fourth empty row, my fingers start writing a “Y,” but I quickly cross it out.
Let’s not get carried away, right?
“Here you go,” I tell the clerk.
“Perfect!” She gives a satisfied nod and tucks the papers away. “Will you require a pa
