Walking through the front door on Friday, Mrs. Matthews instantly accosted me with a, “Look what your son came home with.” My first reaction was a little fear: “Did he get a black eye rough housing with one of the bigger three year olds in his new class trying to teach him that he’s no longer the alpha dog?” or considering he’s still working to perfect potty training, “Does he have a bag full of soiled clothing?” It was neither. He brought home a white towel, and I’ve never been prouder.
I should probably back up a little.
On Fridays at the ClarkPupp’s daycare, the kids get to pick a present they get to take home with them when they leave for the week. On this day, according to my wife, our son came running up to her the second she came in the room. “We have to get something from the treasure chest!” He grabbed her hand and transported her to a box filled with toys that you would expect to find in a Happy Meal at a pace suggesting they had no time to lose. Without hesitation, he grabbed a white towel with the Thunder logo and the team’s marketing slogan underneath it. “It’s a Thunder Up towel, mommy!” he said with great pride.
The teacher informed Mrs. Matthews that he had been scoping that out since the treasure chest came out, and he seemed legitimately nervous that some other kid would select it before he had the chance. While this exchange was going on, another little girl’s mother came to pick her up. “She’s going to pick a toy,” said my son dismissively as he waved his new favorite possession.
And with that story, I now love the typically derided “Thunder Up” slogan.