Troop Train

I don’t recall if I’ve mentioned this before but one of the most peculiar sights I am privy to observe is when a certain instructor wanders down our hallway with his ample wife and growing brood in tow. It happened again last week and talk about your Parade ‘O Kids! And we’re not just talking about one or two. Nosiree Bob! We’re talking about five or six predominantly male miniature synchronized stairsteps here. (She must pop out a new little bundle of joy every year.) It’s like The Kiddy Train chugging down the floor tiles all in single file headed up by the grand patriarch in front and his acquiescing spouse bringing up the caboosey rear. “J” seems like a nice enough guy and I’m assuming he’s a faithful, devoted, and trustworthy husband and father but why must he be accompanied by the whole stinkin gang every single time he steps out his front door? Do they not get out much? Is this obligatory “un pour tous, tous pour un” or as we prefer to say, “all for one and one for all” Three Musketeers motto being taken a bit too seriously? The kids seem pretty well-behaved and they are darn cute, but I can’t help but shake my puzzled in wonder every time I see this odd menagerie traipsing in and out of various offices as he takes care of school-related business. They do make for an amusing spectacle though... :)